In which Bill receives a dire warning, meets his new companion, discusses biracial families, breaks more rules, and poses for blackmail photos. Plus, █████ picks a lock. Happy Thanksgiving!
In which Bill reads his unpublished Mormons-in-space novelette "Not of This Fold," while the World Fantasy Convention in Austin remains pointedly undiscussed.
In which Bill likens himself to Luke Skywalker of old, returning to the Death Star that is Calgary to do battle with Darth Vader and the Emperor, striving mightily not to be turned to the Dark Side of the Force.
Live from the breakfast table! In which the fugitive Bill makes good his border crossing, but runs afoul of unexpected complications in a bus station men's room.
Last night I finished reading As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner. I read the last paragraph and I wanted to throw the book across the room. It is with relief this morning that I retreat to the comforts of The Dirdir, third book of Jack Vance's Planet
Live from the Delaware shore! In which Bill makes good stage one of his escape, whilst plagued by memories of blood oaths in a granite temple. Plus, special guest commentary by Paul Fischer.
In which a cold, lonely Christmas comes to the Alberta plains, telephonic miscommunication ensues, and Bill executes a daring missionary escape plan. Plus, an observance of September 11th.
Mmmmmmm. Calvados good.
In which the soft tissues of the male body are held up for examination and misidentification, revenge is thereby extracted, and a terrible and uncommon sin is revealed to be not so uncommon after all. Plus, frontier prophet weds double sets of sisters!
A more full report of last evening's reading with ❦matociquala will have to wait until I'm less frantic at the office, but I will commend to your attention one photo by the Slushgod (my wife likes it) and one tale of zombie visitation by ❦nick_kaufmann.
Just a quick reminder that I will be reading with Elizabeth Bear a/k/a ❦matociquala this evening at Manhattan's KGB Bar at 7:00 pm. Doors open 6:30 pm. Admission is free! Details KGB is at 85 East 4th Street, near Second Avenue.
In which the propriety of Debussy is called into question, an impertinent hooker preempts Oingo Boingo, and the merits of harvesting one's own Christmas tree are put to the test and found wanting. (And a happy birthday to me!)
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