Remember when "Talk Like a Pirate Day" was cool?

Also. I have to get some "What would Skuntaur do?" bumper stickers printed, tout suite.I slept seven hours last night, without any sleep aid ( Read more... )

Nobody knew what to do with Buckaroo Banzai. There was no simple way to tell anyone what it was about - I'm not sure anybody knewYesterday was. Sometimes, isn't it enough to say no more or less than that about any given day? After all, this is what most days of any given life are. That day....was. A life is a compilation of days that mostly just ( Read more... )

"Pirate Jenny" (1928, Bertolt Brecht and Kurt Weill)

You gentlemen can watch while I'm scrubbin' the floor ( Read more... )

I'm presently much, much too sleepy to be particularly articulate, but I will say that I liked Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest quite a lot, even more than the first film. Byron met us at the googleplex, temporarily setting aside his vow to never again watch a film in anyway associated with Jerry Bruckheimer. Of course, my favourite part ( Read more... )

This morning, the sun is very, very bright. No, really. Brighter than it ought to be. Maybe we're due an unexpected, premature supernova. Or maybe it's only that I have a slight hangover. Either way, I shouldn't have opened the frelling office curtains. Spooky just came back from the post office and I asked her if it looked like supernova weather ( Read more... )

The headache that dogged me all damned day and night yesterday has now faded to a faint twinge somewhere behind my right eye. Still, it was a good Halloween, much better than last year, even if I didn't get any writing done yesterday. The headache, the distractions of Halloween, blame those things. I took care of some e-mail and gave up trying to ( Read more... )

I began Chapter Ten of Daughter of Hounds yesterday, even though I only got 837 words into it. And I've realized that Thomas Pynchon's Mason & Dixon has had a certain influence on the narrative structure of this novel, which might be readily apparent and which might not. We shall see. Anyway, I have the day off. I have to go to the market, and then ( Read more... )

Yesterday was consumed by the busyness of writing, and I had to admit that it had been fairly wonderful, having spent five consecutive days consumed with the act of writing. I signed the signature sheets for The Merewife. I plowed through a bunch of e-mail. Ted Naifeh and I talked about doing an Alabaster panel at Dragon*Con 2006. I lamented not ( Read more... )