Overcast this afternoon, and currently the temperature is only 56˚F.

Not much to say about yesterday. There was the doctor, who has been my doctor for about eight years now. I was poked and prodded. I got a tetanus booster and blood was drawn. Prescriptions were written. That was the main part of yesterday.

Today, I have to get back to work on ( Read more... )

I awoke late, and so this will be a short entry, not the entry I'd hoped to write. It's cold and cloudy today, currently only 48˚F. In Birmingham, it's 79˚F.

Yesterday, Bill Schafer informed me that Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea: The Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan (Volume 2) has revived a starred review in Publisher's Weekly:

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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... )

If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. The jellyfish are always and forever getting the short end of the stick...


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