Apparently New York’s best bet for a Kentucky Derby winner is named Achilles of Troy.
Give it a minute.
Okay, for non-nerds: if you still don’t get the discrepancy, that’s like naming your horse “Aragorn of Mordor.”
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Front page of NFD is back, by the way.
“Perhaps if alcohol itself were given a holiday, it would fall into disuse the rest of the year as well.”
Which that story isn’t but still
“The Slush God: Are you totally sick of seeing rejected-writer-gets-revenge-on-editors stories in the slush pile? Have you ever read a good one?
Kelly Link: There is a wonderful epistolary story by a Canadian writer, Robert Boycuk, in which an editor is lowering himself into a terrible void, in pursuit of an author’s manuscript. It’s a sort of apology from the editor for how long it’s taken him to get back to the writer.
Otherwise, I can’t think of any off the top of my head. I’m sure there are some good ones out there. I would say that there’s probably a novel waiting to be written about hapless slush readers, but it would have to be very well done.”
Synchronistic: Google’s announcement of Desktop v.3 was followed immediately, in my RSS reader, by the EFF’s warning not to use it.
Also, yesterday’s BoxJam’s Doodle was pretty great.
Fuck the Olympics.
Tonight, pizza at 7, show at 8. Our place. You’re invited. Arrested Development: The Wake.
So apparently my “include virtual” server-side commands (which make all the content appear at xorph.com/creator) have stopped working, and are now rendering as plaintext. Awesome! Luckily, I appear to have exactly two readers who actually go to that page instead of reading via RSS or LJ, so the tide of complaint and bewilderment has been, well, minor.
Of course, if you do read NFD via the front page, you won’t be able to see this, and if you don’t, you probably haven’t noticed the problem. So this is pretty much a reminder to myself to change the damn Advent webcam already.
I’m trying to cut out the soft drinks at lunch, but it’s a calories thing, not a caffeine thing. Today, around 1:30, I started getting very annoyed with the headache I’d suddenly acquired, and I felt too tired to concentrate on anything. It took me this long to realize it’s because I forgot to chew my half-piece of Jolt! gum after lunch.
This is like trying to quit smoking, but lamer.
I was totally wrong and I’m so happy about it! Over a year after I wrote about it with lovelorn pessimism, The Louisville Game Shop is thriving, with more stock and better shelving and multiple event nights every week. I am really glad this is the case! I congratulated Colin on that achievement when I went in to buy some gifts last month, and he said “thanks! It’s all thanks to you guys.” And I, in a greedy little kid way, was like yes. It’s thanks to me.
The shooting scripts for Firefly. I borrowed a book on television writing a while back and never read it; I think these will be more valuable.