No wonder I’m tired. I’ve walked something on the order of 30 miles in the past four days. Today I bopped out on my own for a couple of hours and stopped by SubCity, one of the local comic shops. Turns out half one on a Sunday is a great time to go hang out and chat for a while, so I spent a lovely 45 minutes or so talking with Rob, the proprietor, who’s a friend of ours. Amazing how going out and talking to people I’m not related…
Happy birthday to my boy! :) Young Indiana had an *extremely* splendid birthday, and couldn’t have been happier with COUSINS and MAMO and GRANDPA and PRESENTS and BIRTHDAY! CAKE! with CANDLES! *happy*
I was just briefly overwhelmed by sarcasm over on Twitter. Alastair Reynolds (whom I like very, very much) was commenting on stories he’s reading for (I think) a ‘zine, the first 3 of which he’s read have all been grim, dystopic, pessimistic near-future SF, and said, “Hey kids: you can do more than one thing with science fiction, you know?” But by that time the sarcasm had already seized me. I said, “So does this mean the hopeful aspect of my planned climate change trilogy is Right Out?” and it…
All you people who do follow my blog hearten me (and yes, following it on Livejournal counts. It’s the same content. :)). I’d intended to go be a bit Arty last night and go see “The Last Quartet”, except then Ted said it was okay for me to go see Iron Man 3 without him, so, uhm, I did that instead. :) It was pretty good. There was one moment that was perfect. (There were possibly more, but one stands out for me.) I shall say no more until it…
I was happy with the timing of this shot. :)