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August 28, 2008

Film Break

"Storytime" and "The Christmas Card" by Terry Gilliam (1968), from Do Not Adjust Your Set. Youtube link ganked from Bully Says.

(And in a related YouTube note, for you Firefox users who are sick & tired of the idiot farms that Youtube comment threads tend to be, why not install YouTube Comment Snob? You'll be glad you did.)

August 27, 2008

Too Long For Twitter

"I'm Wolverine. I'm the best there is at what I do. And what I do best is fill up page after page with my internal thought process, so I can be strong and silent and yet still never shut the hell up."
--Peter David, on comic book captions

August 26, 2008

I Do Have Writing News From Time To Time, Honest. No, Really!

Two things of note, actually:

The first is that I have been sadly, sadly late in noting that A Field Guide to Surreal Botany, edited by Janet Chui & Jason Erik Lundberg, has finally come to pass. There'd been some slight delay, but that's what happens when editors move overseas. I blame time zones, frankly. I think they're now actually two years ahead of us. If you're curious as to what this book actually is, it's somewhat reminiscent of The Thackery T. Lambshead Pocket Guide to Eccentric & Discredited Diseases, only with plants. My contribution, "Dream melons," can be found within. Feel to free to order copies for all your friends. Enemies, too.

The second bit of news for me is that my short story, "Goddess," which appeared in Abyss & Apex many moons ago, will be appearing in their "Best of" collection. No word on the TOC yet, but purported cover art can be seen here. Should be out around November.

To sum up: whee!

August 22, 2008

Friday

Friday Night Fights:

From Wonder Woman #2, written by Charles Moulton, drawn & inked by Harry G. Peter. National Periodical Publications Inc., 1942, reprinted in The Great Comic Book Heroes, edited by Jules Feiffer, Bonanza Books, 1965.

A triumph of love and fists.

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Dad got cut loose from the hospital today. Yay, freedom!

August 21, 2008

Buzzed

Back at work, and it sounds like they're landing planes on the second floor of the building.

The fact that the building only has four floors is of some concern to me, frankly.

August 19, 2008

We Have The Technology

I'm pleased to report that Dad is doing fabulous. He is now the proud new owner of a piece of high-techery that will no doubt make future trips through metal detectors a bit more interesting. Thank you for all your kind wishes; I know Dad and Mom really appreciated them. As for me, all I really need is to find some hospital food that doesn't suck, and the pudding comes closest.

August 18, 2008

His Brand New Deal (Updated)

Hope you all had a lovely weekend; we did, what with visiting of various relatives, helping to build those familial bonds and all that whatnot. One of these bonds, however, comes from my sister-in-law Lisa J. On Saturday we'd gone to dinner with Lisa's folks and her sister to celebrate Lisa's mom's birthday. Ian was being a bit cranky, so Lisa J was showing him stuff in her wallet, various cards and such. One of them was her credit card, which has a large picture of Mickey Mouse on it. Ian naturally asked, "Dat?" So she told him. It seemed to satisfy him and that was it.

Sunday, we were over in Athens with my parents having dinner at the Cracker Barrel. On the way out, I paused in the gift shop (filled with pop culture nostalgia; I once bought a CD of the 1938 radio broadcast of "War of the Worlds" there) to point out to Ian a CD they had of Disney songs. Ian immediately grabbed it, shouting "MICKEY!" A little surprised, I agreed. Ian said "Mickey" a few more times as we examined it.

And then I tried to get him to put it back on the rack.

Five minutes later, I ended up buying it. He's got a very strong grip.

We have now listened to the "Mickey Mouse March" about fifty times. I am counting my blessings, however. This is the only song he wants to listen to, and the very first song on this CD is "It's A Small World." Shudder.

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And now for some more serious news: my dad is having his hip replaced tomorrow. I don't actually know when, but that's hardly my fault. The hospital won't tell you when until, like, the afternoon before. It's like scheduling cable: "Yeah, I'll be by to install your hip sometime between 8 and 5. Be sure you're there." And you know if you try and step out real quick to get the paper, that's when they'll stop by.

At any rate, I'll let you know what I know when I know it.

Update: And now I know: 6:30am. Thanks to Ian's years of training me to rise early, that should be a piece of cake.

August 15, 2008

PSA

I just like to take a moment to tell you all that today is my and Lisa's anniverary. Sixteen years of bliss legalized in the eyes of the state and our grandmothers.

Happy anniversary, sweetie.

August 14, 2008

The Madness

Remember way back when, when I mentioned Ian had performed unnecessary surgery on my printer? Well, this particular printer doubles as a scanner, and a fax I think, and if I ask it very nicely, it might even proofread for me. I wanted to scan something, so I flipped up the top, put the paper on top, and pressed the "Scan" button.

A light on it blinked for a moment.

Next thing you know, there's a loud WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! coming from it.

I flipped down the service lid to see that the print cartridge cradle, which also has the scanning hardware on top of it, is slamming itself back and forth inside the machine, not unlike someone who's trapped in a box and is attempting to knock it over to free itself. So now I definitely have to go buy a new machine, as I have no use for claustrophobic hardware.

August 06, 2008

If They're All Like This, I Don't Think They'll Catch On

Been taking a staycation this week. Off all week! Woo! But it's not been as restful as one might think. I've been off for three days now, and so far I've weeded the flower beds, put down a hundred bags of pine bark, trimmed the hedges (we have a surprising number of hedges, actually), cleaned out the garage (including sweeping out), cleaned the ash out of the fireplace, done the laundry, changed the furnace filters, changed the litter boxes, done the grocery shopping, and shredded the mound of credit card receipts under my desk. And tomorrow Lisa and I drive over to Athens to help her sister unpack her moving van.

Then again, maybe I'm just doing it wrong.

August 01, 2008

I Always Liked That Look

Will post about the biplane ride soon, I swear. But tonight, a Friday Night Fights of my youth:

From Uncanny X-Men #186, written by Chris Claremont, drawn by Barry Windsor-Smith, and inked by Terry Austin. Marvel, 1984.

Now, just picture Halle Berry with a mohawk.