*sigh* Ann Crispin has publicly announced that she is (to borrow the words of another SF writer earlier this year) very poorly. Her battle with cancer has gone badly, and she’s dying. I’ve actually known this for weeks, having become close with her over the past months and having had the chance to talk to her on the phone a couple of times. I’ve been–this sounds awkward, but it’s true–I’ve been hoping she would decide to tell people before it was time for her husband to post and say she…
Author: mizkit
Worldcon ahoy!
We can finally reveal the geek secret we’ve been sitting on for months: Dublin has announced its intention to seek the bid for hosting WorldCon in 2019. I have known about this since April, and have been biting my knuckles waiting until we could tell everybody. I am *agog* and thrilled at the huge amount of work and thought our fearless leader, James Bacon, has put into our pre-bid preparations. About twenty of us went to the Convention Centre Dublin then (and I can FINALLY post the pictures, yay!), and…
weekend report
Yesterday morning I got out of bed and discovered I had screwed up my back somehow while sleeping. The weekend has not been *especially* fun, as a result. Despite this, I took Young Indiana to a movie this morning. He only lasted through 30 minutes of the film (Planes: too boring for a 3 year old) and we went to lunch and did some shopping afterward. He was incredibly, incredibly good and helpful and sweet, but I ended up carrying too much, and with my back hurting it just…yeah. God.…
wreckededed.
We got up at 6am today and for some reason I still thought it was a good idea to go to the zoo. I am consequently totally wrecked, and Young Indiana has been wrecked all day. I am, indeed, having a somewhat difficult time thinking, because my brain is so fried. So I shall make a list. It will probably not be a wholly inclusive list, but maybe it’ll help. – charge e-reader – put INFINITY KEY on e-reader – finish reading KHAN OF MARS – read INFINITY KEY –…
Kitsnaps: Reading at Hore Abbey
Hore Abbey sits at the foot of the Rock of Cashel in Tipperary. I have several pictures of the abbey that I like very much, but this is one of my favorites: a couple of teens–maybe tourists, maybe locals, who knows!–for whom sitting down amongst the ruins with a good book or two was the best way to pass a grey afternoon. I can’t help, looking at this picture, half imagining that they are Will Stanton and Jane Drew.