I'm wearin' fur pajamas. I ride a hot potata. Its ticklin' my fancy. Speak up; I can't hear you.
Just reread the Man in the High Castle -- maybe I should say, I just read this copy of it for the first time. I used to have another copy, then I lent it out like I do with all my PKD - but this copy didn't come back. It was replaced recently by Julia, who didn't lose it, per se, but lent it to the fellow who did lose it.
I have a shitload of her books. I should really return them sometime. I'll bring them to Louie's next time I go.
Nothing to do, today. Woke up a little later than I wanted to - I was hoping to start my day at 11 or so, but that was probably wishful thinking. I've been really burning that proverbial candles at both its proverbial ends. Summer is fabuloso, and not so much like last summer, when it was 'sit at home and write my novel and get baked and eat ice cream and watch cable news and psychologically/philosophically prepare for a trip to Greece'... which is a good way to go with summer, yeah... but this summer, more like... well, I'm not writing my novel. I haven't had a lot of days like today; wake up at 2, sit around in my room on the computer, take a shower, do nothing, maybe watch the Buffy DVDs I pilfered from Louie.
Oh, right, I'm watching Buffy now. WTF you may say - do not say so do not - Joss Whedon is ok, I'll vouch for him. Have you read Astonishing X-Men #1 yet? I don't know if it's brilliant -- but, like, it could definately be the beginning of something incredible. Too early to say! The book is good, though. Well scripted. Soon, we'll see how the plotting goes; methinks, it'll go well. Its nice to be watching Buffy, if only because it'll give me a context to enjoy these in, in the same way that reading The Invisibles somehow helped me appreciate what Grant Morrison was doing on/to New X-Men.
I think I'm going to hunt down my copy of Watchmen. I just listened to the True Stories soundtrack. I think I'll make a breakfast sandwich for myself in the comfort of my own kitchen. Being home is nice, very relaxing. Home base, you know? I feel like my room is becoming a headquarters; I've moved a computer and a desk into here, and I have a HUGE bookshelf for all these books that have been sitting around in boxes... so, yeah, there's finally some order in this Fortress of Solitude.
WHICH REMINDS ME. Man in the High Castle is so awesome. And I totally forgot how awesome it was. BUT MAN, Philip K. Dick really outdid himself with that one; you can read it, and with knowledge of the books he writes after it (it was written in, what, '62?), the brilliance of those future works can be seen glinting off of the brilliance of this one - one can look deep and see right into the future of his form. Check out Man in the High Castle, then read We Can Build You; Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said; the VALIS Trilogy (and Radio Free Albemuth); Ubik... and you'll sort of see what I mean.
Anyway, shit is well, and I hope you're doing better than the last time I heard from you.
I'll try and get some writing done on my novel; I have a good idea or two for it.
I keep having good ideas and forgetting them. I need to do more diligent notepad-ing. I had a really good idea for a comic book the other day, and just forgot it. BUT HERE'S A GOOD IDEA for a COMIC ADAPTATION: THE MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE. One could probably pull it off in four parts or so? the problem being this: a lot of the book is internal dialogue. But that's fine, really, because it's a comic book, and you could probably use the panels not to show someone reflecting, but instead to reflect their own inner state.
You know?