It's raining skulls and terrors.

Between ill-obtained breaths lies airless repose.

It is not the way things begin.

It is, aapparently, the way things end, somewhere between respiration and aspyxiation.

The silent ringing ib ine's ears, a harbinger of current times.

NY, Melville Gallery Event

Copied from Judith Berman's blog:


The New York Review of Science Fiction Readings and the South Street Seaport Museum present

Judith Berman
Michael Swanwick

Tuesday, January 8th -- Doors open 6:30 PM
Free Admission -- $5 donation if possible
South Street Seaport Museum's Melville Gallery
213 Water Street
New York City, NY 10038

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LINKS:
http://www.hourwolf.com/nyrsf
http://www.southstseaport.org
http://www.nyrsf.com

The Write Way, 14 September 2007

"And why, oh why, do advertisers assume we all need Detailed Instructions and Consumer Support once we've made the momentous decision to swap some of our hard-earned money in exchange for tea bags, salt and toilet paper?"

Because they want to make us feel loved. That's the sole explanation for it. Business has become far too impersonalized, so they're trying to add a bunch of ungrammatical flavor, just like Mother used to make.




One teabag per person? What if you only have one person, who wants to make a pot of tea for themselves, tuck it into a tea cosy, and write (or otherwise work) all day with breaks here and there for a cup. One tea bag per pot, or per eight cups, would make for a pretty weak pot.

Mummy, Dearest

The baka thing wouldn't put through my psot twice and I'm now too tired to try to recreate it.

Update: Global Zombie Uprising

Global Zombie Uprising


                Well, the worst of the crisis appears to be over for now. It's back to life as usual. Oh, if you do not count the pile of undead, er, can you call them corpses, if they were undead to begin with?
                Of course, dealing with zombie remains is problematic. Feral cats and some dogs tend to explore a pile before the piled unliving undead (Yes, I know... :gonk:) can be burnt to cheery little cinders, and we have these mini-outbreaks. For the most part, though, the crisis does appear to have been averted.
                Pity about the Hamptons. At least the Big Duck is still there.
                That concludes my report from the local front.

What's Up With These Zombie, Anyway?

The last I heard, they were talking about arming monkeys with blow torches and sending them uot to wreak a bit of havoc with them. I'm not so sure that's a good diea, since they'd likely get infected and turn on us.

mikegerber.com: How not to review a book

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