Best Tiny Bubbles Ever: Jim Butcher is in Toronto filming a scene as an extra in the upcoming tv show THE DRESDEN FILES, based on Jim’s own books. *beams like an idiot*! To quote Jim, “So I’m standing there, with Butters and Murphy and Harry, only EVERYBODY ELSE CAN SEE THEM TOO.” AHAHAHA *beam* Lots of bubbles today: Fuel-cell hydrogen-powered motorcycle. Top MPH of 50, which they’re complaining about as being snail-like, but I think it sounds awesome. I want one. More here. I swear I’ll lose thirty pounds so…
holy cow
I don’t typically read reviews. They make me nervous, even if they’re good, and then I get paranoid and worried and, you know, act like a writer, so yeah, basically, I don’t read them. Once in a while, though, somebody emails me to let me know about a review. Like Charles de Lint reviewing THUNDERBIRD FALLS in February’s issue of Fantasy & Science Fiction. It helps, mind you, if words like ‘rave review’ are included in this email, but it’s possible that the words ‘Charles de Lint’ ‘reviews’ and ‘my…
a v. quiet day
I did >< much writing today. 700 words. Enough to finish the TRUTHSEEKER proposal. Then I read two books, neither of which I liked very much, and I'm seriously considering repeating this pattern tomorrow, except maybe without the writing and hopefully with books I enjoy. My dumb shoulder is somewhat better, but not lots. I've been trying to type without using my right pinky, which causes me to want a keyboard with an enter and apostrophe and 'p' key on the left-hand side. (Makes me wonder, too, if DVORAK is…
ow.
I spent *way* too much time playing City of Heroes yesterday and by last night my right shoulder/elbow/pinky were aching like mad. Still are, and my neck’s stiff, too. Ow. So I’ve got to restrict my keyboarding for a while, until this goes away again, which means I must exercise the discipline to not be online all afternoon and evening. I’m not very good at doing that. *sigh* Anyway, so theoretically there’ll be light blogging from me for the next week or so, but with any luck what blogging there…
it’s what?
I’m at a total loss for what day of the week it is. I’m mostly taking weekends when Ted is, so since he’s at work I think it’s Friday or Monday or something. Sunday, though, is Right Out. :) Especially since the weather’s dreadful and it ought to be nice on the weekends (or, as they would say here, of the weekend), so I’m even less inclined to believe it’s Sunday. Which makes me wonder why nobody’s around online. (Well, ok, it’s Early stateside, which is why, but later today…