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I unearthed another artifact among my grandfather's things, this one a short book of satirical sci-fi published in 1889 called The Last American. It imagines that after "the massacre of Protestants in 1907 and the overthrow of the Murphy dynasty in 1930" the United States will fall into disarray, and by 1990 will have ceased to exist. In 2915 the ( Read more... )

In 1970 my grandfather, who I never met, self-published (that is, typed and stapled) a collection of his verses. An introductory note says that some of them previously "came before the public via" The New Yorker and the Saturday Evening Post. Reality or fantasy? Anyway, here's one of them. It's bad, but I'm not posting it to make fun of. Reading it ( Read more... )

I can talk on the telephone.

I've left my phone on a train, so at the moment I'm reachable only by email or IM.

There is only a brief mention of her in the review, but they say she is "exquise."

She is on the left of the photo looking away from the camera. I don't know what newspaper it is -- presumably the Montpellier local.


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I haven't really played that much D&D as such, but Gary Gygax has been shaping my imaginative life -- and my social life! -- for the past twenty-five years.

He's dead at 69, which you, being a member of my friends-list, already know.


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He was eating a muffin.

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I'm at Linda's house and her hot water is off, and we've been crouched on the floor for five minutes, sniffing at the dust to try and figure out whether there's a gas leak before we try restarting the pilot light. Unfortunately we've both got colds and can't smell anything at all, so God knows what might be drifting about ( Read more... )