Today marked the end of my summer hours at work and the start of my week-long vacation. My parents are headed off to England tomorrow evening for a week of their own, and I don’t go back to work until Monday, September 13. It promises to be a quiet and relaxing week, just me and the . . . → Read More: And so begins my vacation
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This week marks the end of our summer hours at work, and we move back to our regular week after Labor Day. Me, I’m taking all of next week off while my parents are on vacation in England — partly because I only need to take four vacation days to get a nine-day weekend out of . . . → Read More: August is almost over already? It was a slow day at work, but at least it was a half slow day, so there was that. I did manage to get several hundred books pulped before the end of the day, so I guess it wasn’t all wasted. Actually, what happened was, earlier this week, I noticed by chance that one of our . . . → Read More: “We are Sex Bob-Omb and we are here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff.” My father overslept this morning, so we caught the same train into Manhattan. Of course, we didn’t ride in the same car, since I work further uptown than him and it makes more sense for me to be at the very back of the train. I was a lot further back from him this evening, too, . . . → Read More: Train of thought The day got off to kind of a weird start when I logged on to Twitter under my Kaleidotrope account and tried to follow somebody, an editor whose work I admire and respect, and discovered that this person had preemptively blocked me. Well that’s strange, I thought, but there it was at the top of the . . . → Read More: The Twentieth Last night, just before I went to bed, I learned that a recent story from Kaleidotrope (Will Kaufman’s “Eris Sinks Pluto,” April 2010) had been named to the editor’s shortlist for the next Best American Fantasy volume. This isn’t the same thing as it being included in the volume, or even necessarily among the honorable mentions, . . . → Read More: Friday is the new…okay, just Friday Want to live in the Chicago Museum for a month? Then you have to apply by tomorrow. [via] Hey now! If any hack is going to come in and make s–t up, it’s going to be James Cameron himself, dagnabbit! Wondering what makes humans special and unique? One hint: it may be NSWF. [via] A Tiny Apartment Transforms into . . . → Read More: Tuesday various I’ll bet Chelsea Clinton didn’t have wedding invites this adorably geeky. [via] Oh my god! The triceratops may never have existed! That’s so–oh, wait, it might have been the younger form of another dinosaur that looks almost identical except for some cranial features? And, if it is the case that they’re one and the same, palaeontologists will . . . → Read More: Tuesday various First there was work. Then there was play. Summer hours are only fun on Fridays, and even then I’m not entirely sure the trade-off is worth it. But there’s definitely something to be said for getting home at two o’clock in the afternoon instead of six or seven o’clock at night. I’m not sure I used that time . . . → Read More: Ah, Friday So I got a tuna fish sandwich for lunch today, and they asked if I wanted pickles when I was paying for it. I said yes, because, hey, free pickles. But when I got back to the office, there were no pickles to be found in my bag. And because this is the kind of thing . . . → Read More: No Pickle Thursday |
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