It Is A Monday
Saturday's Bar Stool Golf outing in Westville was a nice way to spend a day. The weather was cool but dry, and the six bars of Westville (down from over 10 in my childhood) are all within a short walk of one another. But today, a weird dream involving me fighting zombies in a Medieval setting (I had a sword and was using a flaming torch for light) woke me up about 15 minutes before the alarm went off this morning. It was a fitting start to a drab and rainy Monday, and a "welcome" to reality.
In other news, the Hugo nominees are out. Peter Watts and my friend Mary Robinette Kowal both got (well-deserved) nods in the short story category. Also, Lynn Thomas' book Chicks Dig Time Lords made the best-related category. Other than that, nothing on my nomination list is in the running.
Also of interest, I came across this series of dispatches, five weeks on a container ship. It's a useful reminder that 90% of the world's goods move by ship, yet the people who operate those ships get little respect.
In other news, the Hugo nominees are out. Peter Watts and my friend Mary Robinette Kowal both got (well-deserved) nods in the short story category. Also, Lynn Thomas' book Chicks Dig Time Lords made the best-related category. Other than that, nothing on my nomination list is in the running.
Also of interest, I came across this series of dispatches, five weeks on a container ship. It's a useful reminder that 90% of the world's goods move by ship, yet the people who operate those ships get little respect.