It's no fun being sick if you can't call up the boss-man and say "Nope not today. Suckah!"
One reason it's easy to love the Twins: they have great commercials.
Pirahnas, and
Carpool. (Via
Twinkie Town.)
The book has a working title now: Five Kingdoms. I'm pretty sure it won't stick forever, because it's kind of un-sexy. Also it's a little misleading because it's not actually literally about five different kingdoms. Look, don't get all in my face about it. It's like, you know, calling your friend Hank because of that noise he made that one time when he fell over trying to uncork a bottle of Cabernet. A nickname. I like it for now because it has a bunch of different meanings relevant to what's actually going on in the book, even though they are the sort of meanings that I would have to explain using words like "metaphorically." Also it's nice to not have to say "The book I'm working on right now which is about succession and revolution and stuff."
Crap, I can't even get this stupid tube of Advil open. When I was in Austin David Moles had to open one of these for me. Dave, mind getting on a plane?
For, well, everyone:
an alarm clock with wake-up messages from Stephen Fry. (Via
Warren Ellis.)
Mo Rocca has a blog. Oh, and another
Secret City excerpt was posted late last night, so you may have missed it. It's about
Winter's End. Enjoy.
I am now going back to bed.