Bruce Sterling pointed to this article.
Yesterday the pinball games came home from Victoria. They are Xenon and Star Trek. Xenon needs a lot of work a diode, Star Trek needs a diode is functional. We’re going to get a brass plaque that says, R John Caspell Memorial Pinball Palace, seeing as how the pinballs will be in his old room. More furniture came into the house, including my room, so I now am overstuffed with solid wood furniture, just the way I like it.
Chipper, you will remember that Xenon was a game you and Steve B useta play on downstairs from your place on King St. Colin and Catherine, you will remember the Star Trek game as the game that went to Rhino – the same con where Jeff was Robert Bloch’s gofer. Ah, the good old days.
Margot keeps trying to be trodden on.
I am contemplating the pile of work I’ve undertaken this year with some sadness. It is, after all, work. But at least I don’t have to commute.
Watched the 25th Hour. Really, really great film; Spike Lee did an awesome job, and the cast is brilliant. Lee is SUCH an actor’s director. If you’re in a Spike Lee movie, you may not like him, but he WILL get a good performance outta you or die trying. I am considering reviewing it. My review is up on imdb.com
Hotter than the hubs of Hades.
Yesterday I brought 20 beers home on a bicycle. Mike, you will be amused to learn that I bought 12 Bud Light Lime, having become addicted to them at your place. (Mike, knowing that I’m a beer weenie, didn’t expect me to like them. But Jeff and I both do, as it is lime flavoured beer water, and a damned fine thing on a hot day.) I only had one bungee cord, so getting it all home was a challenge, but the house is downhill from the beer store, at least.
Song for today is All the Con Men I have Known. A brilliant tune; it’s the one that gets me the most “That sounds like Joni Mitchell” comments (which frankly I find irritating while understandable) and I personally think the lyrics are among my best. It’s just not an easy tune, and OF COURSE every goddamned verse has a different tune, because that’s just the way I crawl moaning across the floor.