Lame Status Quo Update

Posts on this thing have gotten pretty rare (I started to type “rarer than a…”, but I couldn’t think of a comparison that wasn’t horribly insulting or just plain overdone, so I gave up).

William Gibson announced that he’s no longer blogging, having been using it only as an in-between-projects excuse to keep writing…and now that he’s ready to start work on something else, he’s ending his blog. I’ll be removing the link to his site from my list of blogs over there on the left side of your screen…but I’m not going to be following his lead. I’m still going to be here, however infrequently it has been of late.

I’ve got a bunch of projects which all have to be done by the end of September, so I’ll get back to them. Things should pick up a bit here once those hurdles are cleared.

Oh….if you haven’t seen it yet: Watch HBO’s new series, Carnivàle. It is, without a doubt, the best thing I’ve seen on TV in a long, long time. Imagine a mix of Twin Peaks, Something Wicked This Way Comes and Clive Barker’s The Great and Secret Show, and you’ll have a rough approximation of the themes and mood of this series. Creepy, in a really good way.

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It’s WHO-riffic!

Just like last year, autumn turns my thoughts towards Dr. Who.

Found this quiz, so I took it:

The First Doctor
You are the First Doctor: Irascible, brusque, and
occasionally condescending and rude. You do not
suffer fools gladly, nor do you harbor any
false modesty about your capabilities. You have
a sharp tongue, though you’re first-class
company when you’re in a good mood.

Which Incarnation of the Doctor Are You?
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Kinda surprised me, actually. Given some of the questions, I figured that I’d be a shoe-in for the Sixth Doctor. The First is cool, though…a more respectable result, perhaps. I just saw “The Aztecs” for the first time (got the DVD as a gift), and thought it was probably the best one of his that I’ve ever seen. I love me some historicals.

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Feeling much better now. Thanks to all who sent “Feel Better” messages via email. I actually felt quite a bit better by yesterday, but still kept a low profile due to my self-imposed 9/11 Media Blackout. I wasn’t interested in seeing any further politicization of that horrible event, or any of the TragiPorn that has sprung up around it (Hey, kids! It’s the anniversary! Let’s show grainy close-up video of people swan-diving out of the WTC windows!).

So, naturally, just when I decide to emerge from Media Blackout, the first thing I find out is that both John Ritter and Johnny Cash have died.

Well, shit.

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