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April 28, 2009

May I Have Your Attention Please?

The esteemed Gregory van Eekhout now has in his possession advance copies of his very first novel Norse Code! Go over and squee for him, whydoncha, and then go preorder a copy! Quickly! Or mark May 19th on your calendars now to go pick up a copy in the real world. You may also want to start forming a line now, especially if you live in a market like Asgard, where demand will be quite high.


See? Those deities know what's up!

April 27, 2009

Safe At Last

This past week was a long, strange one. Ian spent it at home, as he'd been diagnosed with hand, foot & mouth disease. I kept wanting to call it "hoof & mouth disease," which isn't right, and yet I had to mentally correct myself almost every time before I said. Spending it at home with Ian was fun, but extremely draining. It's true he's at an age when he can play by himself for a bit, but he's got lots of playmates at school. When he's at home, I'm his playmate of necessity. And often choice.

By the weekend he was all better, and we spent one afternoon with him in a cape playing superhero. This basically meant him saving me repeatedly. He'd be up in his swing set-slash-slide-slash-tower and I'd be on the ground pleading for help. He'd throw me a rope (a real rope, a bit we found in the garage) and pull me up (he's quite strong for his age). First thing he learned was to not let go of the rope. Once I'm rescued, I'd thank him and he'd chirp back "De nada."

Repeat that about fifty times and you'd have the essence of my Sunday.

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I am need of reading various 1st fifties for Starry Heaven. Gah! Is it already the last week of April?

April 13, 2009

Run, Kiwi!

Went to see Flight of the Conchords on Saturday, with ridiculously good seats. You should all be very, very jealous. No, it's all right. I understand. 'Twas a hilarious performance, even allowing for the doofus sitting behind us who was so overly enthusiastic it seemed likely he'd only discovered humor that very morning. I almost expected him to shout "I love laughing!" at some point. Nevertheless, the lads of Middle Earth did some excellent renditions, including a few I'd never heard of. I was particularly fond of "Demon Woman," which wasn't electric, but did have Nigel of the Wellington orchestra playing a cello.

From Club Atlanta's review:

Then [Bret] hopped off the front of the stage and started going through the crowd giving out high fives. Jemaine jumped down and shook the hands of every one in the front row one at a time, but then he hopped back up to the stage. During this Bret took off running up one of the aisles and presumably out of the theater. Everyone in the audience was standing and still clapping in rhythm. A woman with a headset came out onto the stage looking for the guys, and saw Jemaine. You could see them talk and then Jemaine just walked off stage. The woman shielded her eyes from the lights looking out into the crowd and then got on her walkie-talkie. It was obvious no one knew where Bret had gone to and they were trying to find him.
Obvious in retrospect. Bret's over 30, so it's pretty clear his crystal turned red.

After that, it was a lovely Easter weekend for us, and hope it was for you too. Ian hunted for Easter eggs, which was as amusing as we hoped. Among his various Easter goodies were some Spider-Man eggs. They look like the decapitated heads of various Spider-Man clones, only with candy inside. Lisa tells me that, if we had so desired, we could have had a Wolverine themed Easter.

This holiday is so weird.

April 06, 2009

I'm An Idea Man, Really

Ah, another Monday, another week o' crap that needs to get done. More and more often I find myself in need of an external brain to keep track of things for me: writing, work, home, miscellaneous in'nerests. The one I've used the most was one that was described in BoingBoing as the Hipster PDA. The two biggest problems with it are a) keeping a pen with it (I had a good one, which I naturally lost), and b) in the summertime, the only place I have to put it is my back pocket. And something like that, as anyone familiar with the Georgia heat can tell you, makes your tuchus sweat. Which is not good for paper.

The other problem is that, even if I've written it down, I don't always get it done. It's as if there's more to getting things accomplished than just remembering to do them.

What I really need is an army of robot servants. That would be useful.

April 04, 2009

Saturday Night Dance Party

My 1,500th post and it's a YouTube video of a dancing cat. Truly my intellect is dazzling.

April 02, 2009

Vigilant As A LOLCat

Forsooth and so forth! I am amused to report that I have triumphed (triumphed, I say!) in a recent contest of note! That is to say, my fuzz buckets have so triumphed, and as such, so have I profited.

The dear Lisa Mantchev recently offered a competition for ARCs of her to-be-released-around-Midsummer-Night (well, early July) first novel, Eyes Like Stars: Theatre Illuminata, Part I. The competition: The Compleat Werks of LOLShakespeare! The rules: submit a LOLcat captioned with a quote of the immortal Bard hisself. Follow the link and see the winning entries, mine included! And now, as my coveted prize arrived not long ago, I shall wave it aloft and say "This advance release copy I had on Crispin's day!"

Huzzah! Now, go forth and order a copy of her book already! Then go fight the French (they'll know why)!

April 01, 2009

Day's Announcement

No April Foolery for me today. No time, nothing planned worth doing, and so forth. So I'm safe to believe.

(Or am I? Yes, yes I am. Maybe. Who can say? I can. Maybe.)