I spent most of today reading the draft chapters of The Cruel Stars on Dropbox Paper. It had been so long since I'd been able to do any concentrated work on it that I thought I'd better familiarise myself with the story and characters again. I'm glad I did. I really like this story and hope it gets a chance to stretch its legs.
Yeah. I went there.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, prevent the Bunnies crying with a sexy saxophone. Silence the eight-track disco, and with a muffled drum, bring out the tiger fur-lined coffin, let the mourners come. Let the Playboy Jet circle overhead, scribbling on the sky the message, Hef is dead.
The alpha perv is no more.
I watched both eps last night and I have some thoughts. But Sparty sent me his recap before I could get them down. So we'll go with his.
Spoilers below so don"t read until after you"ve watched first two eps of Discovery
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This trailer is little more immersive than any game would be. You'd still be seeing the world through your phone screen.
But still. It looks cool.
Dear Beloved Throners,
I hereby tender my resignation as your recappespondent.
After witnessing the Game of Thrones Season 7, Episode 6 finale, and in particular THAT SCENE, I am simply too heartbroken to continue.
Interesting bit in The New York Times about why it's more likely naval vessels will get into bingles than commercial ships:
Because nobody else was brave eough to tell the truth about cannibal sea lice. In less than one week. With no editing. Or cover artist.
Available where all good books are sold, even though, you know, it really shouldn't be.
I've been doing a few podcast interviews recently. This one, with Joanna Penn, was a good un.
The 82nd Airborne scheduled a jump for today. You'd almost imagine they did so on purpose.
It'd make a great book cover.