DO NOT WANT.

The same applies to the house centipede lurking along the ceiling in the bedroom. Also to the doctor's appointment I have this afternoon. (Which is unrelated to the con crud. Checkup, Annual: see above re: Boring Health Problems.)

Therefore, if you have something good or interesting or fun you want to tell me about (this includes general burbling about Fourth Street, if a person felt like it), the comments to this post would be a superlatively appropriate place.



And I found something interesting on my own even! A nifty article about the intelligence of octopuses, via jaylake.

Also, dd_b's snapshots of Fourth Street.

I am back home after Fourth Street, which was exceedingly excellent. I will try to post more and better later (although with Corambis revisions due at the end of July, don't count on it), but for now I just want to remark that I listened to Peggy O'Neill's album, Love, Lust, and Frustration, on repeat all the way home, and it is awesome. If you like women blues singers, which I do.

At least I seem to be over the plague.

elisem is taking preorders for Glass Bead Games, for pick-up at Fourth Street (yes, convention members get first crack).

I have a flash fiction in the current Flytrap (#9--please note their website is out of date), and today the mail carrier brought me my contributor's copies of Postscripts 14 (available in both hardback and paperback), which contains my Marxist-Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath-with-vampires Booth novelette, "The World Without Sleep."

I have printed out both the manuscript of Corambis and my edit letter. Currently they're stacked on my desk; I suspect my back brain is hoping for some kind of mystical osmosis to take place whereby the work will be done without my having to do it. This trick never works, and yet? My back brain continues to hope.