And so ...

[kinzel]

I hate it when software insists on updating itself when I'm in the middle of a project. Convenient? No.

I also despise APPLE for their sneak attack Safari-dumping. No Macs here, no IPhones, no silly little music boxettes, OK? My ears are clear. Safari is *not* what I want. I have Firefox 3 beta 5 running, I have the newest Opera running. Take a hike, Safari!

So, that said, I did manage to finally get the Saltation chapter up today, about an hour late. Even if it isn't as clean as it ought to be. Some drafts are like that.

Chess tonight. Maybe I'll get to try out my new digital clock. I kinda dislike digital clocks, which are hardly as readable as analog for someone who has been playing chess with *real* clocks for 43 years, but I'll need to have some experience with them if I want to TD these days. Progress.

Soon we'll have more info for you about the Write-a-thon for Clarion West. Wheee....

We see that Sony's online e-book store admits we exist:

http://ebookstore.sony.com/search/ebooks.htm?searchtype=q_author&searchtext=sharon+lee&q=&q_author=sharon+lee&q_title=&q_isbn=&x=23&y=10

A cute thing is to try searching on Steve Miller ...
if you find that page with a photo of a guy with no beard? That ain't me.

Hokay, away we go!

Comments

[fairportfan.livejournal.com]

Speaking of pictures - long-time buddies/collaborators/singersongwriters/Lubbock Mafia wierdos Butch Hancock and Jimmie Dale Gilmore bear a *slight* resemblance to each other n mediocre photos.

Te story goes that one year the program book for the Kerrville Folk Festival got their names swapped under their pics. Or may not have.

Anyway, someone thought it had, and before the program went to press, corrected the apparent error.

Then either Butch or Jimmie Dale saw it, decided it was still wrong, and re-corrected the correction...

Several more "correctios" allegedly followed.

The best version of the story, which must properly be related in an absolutely straight-faced manner, ends with Butch and Jimmie Dale not only uncertain whose pic was who, but even somewhat so as to which f themselves was which.

[kinzel.livejournal.com]

In someways this is related to the con-clone phenomenon in which someone reports a discussion or event involving you at a convention you know you didn't attend.

You recall the discussion or event, but ... when someone verifies it you need to check your schedule to know that yes, you *were* at a convention that weekend -- on the other side of the country.

Telepathy? Ghosts? Dopplegangers?