… is to Be Done by the Likes of Me Us? Yeah, crazy title. One of the short-story anthologies I’ve been dipping into is Tiptree’s, and I like her titling. New short story on the go, while I remain daunted of finishing Burma (for the energy, not the ideas, I suppose). Mid-rant about banking service charges and the desire for revenge, I began thinking of the very scary [to me, since now I know so little about it] subject of “peak oil” (and possible solutions we haven’t necessarily not imagined yet, but which aren’t set up yet anyway). The two …
Month: August 2007
Story Online!
That’s right. Go and read my story, Junk (PDF | text) , which is online at Nature. Though it’s not my first sale, it is my first story to appear in print, and it couldn’t have a better home!
This Guy Looks So Much Like Me I’m A Little Freaked Out…
Poking about on LibraryThing, I found a link to this tutorial: A Poster Showing Every Book I’ve Ever Read. I’m not going to do that, it’d be too big. But the reason I’m linking is that THIS GUY LOOKS LIKE I DID AT HIS AGE. (Which he handily mentions in his post being 25.) Like, enough to weird me out. At least, the bit of his face visible in this shot: If he’s got a lazy eye, this guy’s gonna have to be my homey or something. (You know, people who have to be willing to defend one another in …
Welcome to Earth, Sam…
My sister Marie and her husband Troy just had their second baby, Sam, yesterday. (He was apparently somewhere around 9 pounds, healthy and all.) Between my two sisters that’s three boy children and no girls, and Lime said, “We should have a little girl.” My mother tried to call to let me know, but her “damn phone card” wasn’t working. Nor was mine, for that matter. Anyway, a big hand of congratulations to Marie, Troy, and Sam, who’s got a big crazy world to deal with, but hey, so do we all. Good luck, nephew. ;)
Random Bits From a Long Day
So, today I: was reassured not to worry about tinnitus that I wasn’t worrying about. had, I will actually admit, a song by a J-Rock band used in a mobile telephone commercial stuck in my head, enough even to download it. (5 points to the first person who can name the song.) got a (somewhat unsurprising, since it was a long shot) rejection letter from the Very Good Zine which is called Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet realized (horrors!) that I have exactly one story out at a market at the moment, and that one’s on hold. Must have a look …