Back to Work
Went back to the grind today. I’m still not near better, but I’m far closer than I was last week. Never again will I take the word “flu” in vain. I used to say things like “Oh, I had a 24-hour flu bug” or some such. No more. I’ve had …
Went back to the grind today. I’m still not near better, but I’m far closer than I was last week. Never again will I take the word “flu” in vain. I used to say things like “Oh, I had a 24-hour flu bug” or some such. No more. I’ve had …
I got a real kick out of this, since I’ve always wanted to try it myself. (Talking Old English to a Friesian, I mean — not buying a brown cow.)
This makes three (reference to the others here and here). Not a lot to this one from SFRevu, other than the fact that reviewer Sam Tomaino rates the story “Very Good” (nice!) and sums it up thus: Michael Livingston sets “The Angel of Marye’s Heights” during the Battle of Fredricksburg. …
I’m still not sure how I feel about this, but this post is written on an iPod touch. I think that means I’ve joined the new world. Reluctantly, yes, but joined nonetheless. I remain astonished by this. Seriously. I mean, it’s really quite amazing. I can’t type nearly as fast …
I’m not sure how it happened that I read the first book in Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy — The Golden Compass — and never got around to reading the remainder, but somehow it was so. It’s not that I didn’t have the opportunity: I bought all three books …