The Mover Pauses In His Labors To Consider The Past

July 8

Bleeding freaking effing hell, we have a lot of books. The dining room (our de-facto staging area, since it's the only room in the house with a decent amount of empty floor space) is rapidly filling up with boxes of books, and we're a long way from having all our books packed. We've got the fiction mostly boxed, and the poetry, but there's still drama, art, reference, travel, erotica/sex-related non-fiction (that last is mostly Heather's, and there's a lot of it, as you might imagine), magazines, and our pride shelf to go. All our decent-sized boxes are filled now, though, so I get to take a break until we get more tomorrow. I also dug through my closet and filled a big plastic sack with clothes to give to Goodwill. What I'm doing is, is I'm divesting myself of many of my possessions, for the betterment of my spirit, and also so I have fewer things to carry when we move.

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Got payment and contract today for my "A Bestiary" poem "Ammut in Her Later Years" from those fine people at Strange Horizons. And you want to know how lazy I am? I'm so lazy that, rather than walking just around the corner and slipping the contract through Susan's mail-slot, I'm actually going to put it in the mailbox so it can go miles away to the Post Office and then come back to her mail slot. Why am I going to be so lazy? Because those fine people at Strange Horizons provided a stamped envelope for the return of contract, so being lazy doesn't even cost me 37 cents. Being lazy is free. I love me some free lazy.

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It occurs to me that I've been remiss in the timely posting of pictures. This occurs to me because I was just clearing off the digital camera. So, though far from timely, here are some pictures from Wiscon, which was months ago, I know, I know...

Heather, looking fetching!



Barzak, looking fetching!



Barth, looking balloonish!



Jenn, with bonus tongue!



Me and Nick! I have a potbelly! He's rolling up his sleeves to whup some ass!

I think that's enough for now. Maybe sometime soon I'll post some Rio Hondo pictures. In, like, two months, judging by my past efficiency...

B-double-E-double-R-U-N. Beer Run.

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