Yesterday, after passing a bunch of V-masked Scientology protesters: Ted: Did you see that Katie Holmes is insisting Suri goes to Catholic school? Kit: Yeah. She must have him by the short hairs, as I don’t think Nichole won that argument. What is it with Tom Cruise and Catholic girls, anyway? Ted: They start much too late. Kit: But sooner or later it comes down to fate? Ted: He might as well be the one. *reduces self to giggling tears again* :)
Author: mizkit
technology is awesome
Earth and Jupiter, as seen from Mars. (Click on the image if your browser automatically sizes it to the browser window size, because it’s very tall.) Just wow. I forgot to mention that this month is the mass market release of WINTER MOON, the anthology which has “Banshee Cries”, a novella of the Walker Papers, in it. “Banshee” fits between URBAN SHAMAN and THUNDERBIRD FALLS chronologically, and the first chapter is available here. So if you didn’t get it in trade, now’s your chance! And…it’ll probably be shelved with Mercedes…
it hurts so what?
Lithera sent me a True Blood t-shirt that says “It hurts so good” on the chest. But in a mirror, which is the only place I ever notice the text, “good” becomes “bood”. Then my brain transposes the “d” to another “b”, though it doesn’t try to read the rest of the words because they don’t reflect into almost-words. So I essentially think the t-shirt says “It hurts so boob.” And I wear it anyway. :) Also, the box the t-shirt (and other things) arrived in is the Best Box…
*laughs out loud*
Discussing cover art for an upcoming book, I asked my editor, “Oooh, ooh, can she have a head?” The response: “We don’t promise to give her a head. The model for the photo shoot will have a head, but we may decapitate her. Logic being that readers can identify better with women they can kinda sorta imagine themselves to look like, at least on their best day, back in high school, while wearing an unnoticeable all-body girdle and just having come from the best hairdresser and colorist in town. Yeah.”…
The Dalai Lama
Photographer Kyle Cassidy, whom I’ve heard of because Neil Gaiman mentions him regularly, recently spent a weekend at a New York event, photographing the Dalai Lama. He’s done a rather wonderful writeup with even more wonderful photographs at his LiveJournal: Part One, Part Two, Part Three.