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Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

There's Something Wrong With the World Today

Well, this morning started off with hearing that George Carlin had passed on to the great censor in the sky. "Funny, he was here just a minute ago." I wonder if he no longer needs his stuff?

Then things got worse.

I have this theory that there are some projects that simply do not want to be finished. Not only did I have to run three sets of plates, it broke my machine, and then it broke the press. Did not want to get done. And that was this morning.

This evening went better with the poetry group. I had a lot of fun. And there was great poetry to share! Always fun.

And because you know exactly what I am when it comes to contests for books, John Scalzi points out there is a contest for Neil Gaiman's new book, The Graveyard Book.

Oh, and congrats to Nathan for winning the first drawing of Todd Wheeler's Summer Reading Contest.

Now if you'll excuse me, there's only 4.5 hours left until I have to get up (still wired from driving home late).

4 comments:

ThatGreenyFlower said...

Yes, but there was something in the air that night...

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though we never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando

Todd Wheeler said...

Lovely tune, Greeny.

Steve, thanks for the props. And congrats on the panel! You'll do awesome.

Steve Buchheit said...

Greeny, for some reason I feel the need to be rollerskating and discoing all at the same time. :)

Guess it was a musical day.

Todd, thanks. No worries on the shout out. Did I ever say I'm on my second set of batteries for the nightlight? Love that thing.

Steve Buchheit said...

booklight, I meant to type booklight.