Peanut Butter & Honey
July 10
You know what's nice? Coming home from a productive, non-hellish day at work, and making a peanut butter-and-banana-and-honey sandwich. Mmm. Such a sandwich makes any notion of being sad or desperate seem fundamentally foolish.
I'm about to stop writing this and play some Diablo II, which I've started playing again with a necromancer. I got to the very end playing a barbarian, and I was like "This sucks. Barbarians suck." So I started over, and am basically recreating my first Diablo II character, with some refinements, making him one badass skeleton-summoning-sumbitch. It's mad fun. The evil undead are my bitches.
My review of Scott Nicholson's The Red Church is up here, at ChiZine. I sent it to them last night, they accepted it this afternoon, and bam, it's online. That's the wonder of the internet, my friends.
I went to work out tonight, which was nice, though difficult, since I missed Monday night. My muscles wept in pain. I read a seven-month-old issue of The New Yorker while I strode away on the precor. Then went to Au Coquelet with sweet Heather; we had dinner there, since it's too hot to even think about standing over a stove. I critiqued her new story, "Pumpkin Lover", and really had my crit-mojo on; it was fun. Then I read The Santa Cruz Comic News (which is no longer free to the residents of Santa Cruz, which is a bummer, though now I feel like less of a chump for having to pay for it, since everyone else has to as well).
Ooh, very exciting -- Cory Doctorow and Charles Stross wrote this lovely collaborative novella, "Jury Service", which I had the opportunity to read a while back -- and it's going to appear in Sci Fiction in December, serialized over four weeks! The downside is that, for a month, there won't be anything on Sci Fiction I haven't already read; the upside is, jeez, all the rest of you get to read this badass cool post-singularity-lunacy story, and then we can, like, chat about it. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; Cory Doctorow and Charles Stross are two of the main reasons I still read science fiction, and have not cocooned myself totally in the worlds of mythic fiction and poetry.
Later
Okay, I've played my fill of Diablo; have to look out for my wrists, after all. And yet, I find I don't have much else to say... thanks to those of you who wrote me, well-wishing, and those of you who sent me pleasant distractions. G'night.
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