Thursday, June 19, 2003
Just so you know, my cat is a pain in the ass.
That said, I was up most of last night with a headache and now, this afternoon, I'm at least half-asleep and strung-out on Excedrin. Ugh. And it's already 12:53 pm. The headache is towering black clouds pressing at the edges of my consciousness, waiting for the Excedrin to wear off. There's red lightning in there.
Last night, Spooky got pleasantly wasted on absinthe and I, like a fool, did not join her. Instead, I watched the perfectly ridiculous The Fly II. That movie should stand to all as a shining example of the Utterly Pointless Sequel. It serves double-duty as a shining example of the Totally Artless SF/Horror Film.
Was there anything else worth reporting about yesterday? Ryan Obermeyer sent me a gorgeous image that will serve as the endpapers for the Subterranean Press edition of Low Red Moon, young Narcissa Snow standing in the breakers, her arms raised to the stormy sky and Mother Hydra. That was definitely the day's high point, that image. The three reviews of The Five of Cups went up on my website. Click here to read them.
I had grand tirades in mind for this entry — the inequities endured by writers; people who send me e-mails that begin "uh"; the crap that's being shown on the Sci-Fi Channel these days. But the headache has made nonsense of it all. So, never mind.
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