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:
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
Lovely tune, Greeny.
Steve, thanks for the props. And congrats on the panel! You'll do awesome.
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.
booklight, I meant to type booklight.
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