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First, some quick notes on readables:
I somehow missed the fact that Tom Piccirilli had a novel out about the unnamed necromancer and his familiar Self. I loved those characters--I picked up a tiny little 124-page short story collection called Pentacle back about seven or eight years ago, and it was (and still is) like nothing else I've seen. Stories written in modern prose and feeling like they should be illustrated with woodcuts. A Choir of Ill Children didn't grab me, but for the necromancer and Self I will happily pick up another paperback. (Even with the god-awful eighties evil jester cover art which I *swear* I have seen before, somewhere. I mean, come on. The necromancer and Self, and they can't come up with better cover art than this?)
Also, ran across the poem "A Martian Sends a Postcard Home", by Craig Raine. Short little thing--thirty-four lines long--and weirdly... elegant. Not beautiful, but elegant. (William Caxton, by the way, was the first English printer, setting up a press at Westminster in 1476. His translation of "The Recuyell of the Histories of Troye" was the first book printed in the English language.)
( Sewing. )
( BPAL's Typhon? *Does not* work on me. )
End-of-the-month bills were taken care of, even before the insurance payment for my teeth came in. And I walked down to CIBC and paid the registration fee for Sunday's Run for the Cure.
It's weird. I don't feel like I've been productive. And yet it seems like it slipped in there sometime over the last week.
I somehow missed the fact that Tom Piccirilli had a novel out about the unnamed necromancer and his familiar Self. I loved those characters--I picked up a tiny little 124-page short story collection called Pentacle back about seven or eight years ago, and it was (and still is) like nothing else I've seen. Stories written in modern prose and feeling like they should be illustrated with woodcuts. A Choir of Ill Children didn't grab me, but for the necromancer and Self I will happily pick up another paperback. (Even with the god-awful eighties evil jester cover art which I *swear* I have seen before, somewhere. I mean, come on. The necromancer and Self, and they can't come up with better cover art than this?)
Also, ran across the poem "A Martian Sends a Postcard Home", by Craig Raine. Short little thing--thirty-four lines long--and weirdly... elegant. Not beautiful, but elegant. (William Caxton, by the way, was the first English printer, setting up a press at Westminster in 1476. His translation of "The Recuyell of the Histories of Troye" was the first book printed in the English language.)
( Sewing. )
( BPAL's Typhon? *Does not* work on me. )
End-of-the-month bills were taken care of, even before the insurance payment for my teeth came in. And I walked down to CIBC and paid the registration fee for Sunday's Run for the Cure.
It's weird. I don't feel like I've been productive. And yet it seems like it slipped in there sometime over the last week.