What a field day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly saying, "hooray for our side"

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Linkee-poo goes to the doctor

and this is what he say… not my Achilles Tendon, but where it joins to the muscles. That means no surgery, I'm okay with putting weight on it and driving (yippie, what I had been doing anyway), I should wear my boot (from leg break), and use crutches to support my walking for a while. No dancing, but good news. I'm looking at a few months at most (supposedly). So yeah.

But since I had a long doctor's appointment today, my internet time is almost all used up.

The rules of magic for many of the well known fantasies. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

Kameron Hurley on the self-sabotaging writer. Lots of good things exposing a lot of neurosis writers face and the difficulty of accepting success. Hmm, missed her at Confusion, but then I missed a lot of people at Confusion. Her latest book did get some buzz play, though. (Grokked from Jennifer Jackson)

Some ol' timey steam heaters for your Steam Punky goodness.

Writer Unboxed is looking for your vote on their logo. As a design snob, I'm not entirely in love with any, but I can see which one I like the most.

A letter from a former slave to his old master. (Grokked from matociquala)


Kameron Hurley said...

Erm, actually, Steve, I think we were on a panel together...(Killer Parties). You were very quiet, as I recall!

Steve Buchheit said...

Kameron, *THAT'S IT!* I blame the drugs for not remembering that. I did remember your face (checked the bio pages on your site), but my brain didn't make the connection. My bad.

Steve Buchheit said...

Kameron, in all seriousness, it's part of my own neurosis. I hit your blog through Jennifer Jackson's link salad post today. Which in my head puts in you into the "famous" category, and I (in my own head/neurosis) don't "know" famous people. So there is that disconnect in my brain.

It's sort of like how I've met John Scalzi. I think we've seen enough of each other than if we met in passing at the mall and I said, "Hey, John" he would remember me. But when I think of the John I know and the John who write's those kick-ass novels and the Whatever, there's a mental firewall there. Because I couldn't "know" someone that famous.

Kameron Hurley said...

Hee hee. No big deal. Thought it was a bit funny, really!