Remember when I was trying to track down screening locations for the new Mike Judge film, Idiocracy? Darel Jevens of the Chicago Sun-Times found one, liked the movie, and says this: About 20 people were in the theater when I saw "Idiocracy." Just being able to track down
█████ rolled out of bed remarkably early to go for a 17-mile run along the ocean shore, starting at Huntington Beach (part of her marathon training regimen). I took my sweet time getting up, making it down to Starbuck's by maybe 9:30. I sat and chatted with Jim
Gordon and I pulled █████ out of the panel she was attending, and █████ immediately got on the phone with Shana. Turns out Ella had, according to Dan the Dogwalker, a terrible ear infection, and that she yelped when her ear was touched. She had also, according to Shana, beshat the entire
For a change of scenery, █████ and I went over to Hilton for breakfast. It was a touch better than at the Marriott. Then it was upstairs to the Lido rooms for my hour-long 10:00 am reading. But on the way we ran into—surprise!—our friend Gordon, who had
█████ and I got up reasonably early Thursday. We were just sitting down at our table in the Marriott restaurant when something hit me in the back of the head. I looked down. A sugar packet lay on the floor at my feet. I looked around. Scott Edelman, Hurler of Sweets™
So I keep putting off my Worldcon report because I'm busy and it seems so daunting. So I'll break it up by day. So Wednesday, after landing at LAX, █████ and I rented a car and negotiated the freeways to Anaheim without too terribly much difficulty. We
Boy, if this doesn't get me writing faster on the novel, nothing will!
Harlan Ellison™, increasingly irrelevant for years, is now entirely so, as his trademark grope of Connie Willis at Saturday's Hugo Awards ceremony demonstrated. I would have mentioned this in my upcoming Worldcon report, but I didn't want to gloss over the incident in the course of
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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