By this time last week, it was Thursday already.
Day: May 22, 2002
Kelly Link, a wonderful writer (and one of Neil Gaiman’s favorites), is apparently on tour, promoting her equally wonderful short story collection Stranger Things Happen. In her travel diary, she writes:
We get to Chicago just as my friends Lynne and Tom Casey are leaving for an appointment with her obstetrician. I get to see ultrasound pictures. The blurry, watery, vaguely military look of ultrasounds always makes me feel as if the pictures were taken down in a submarine, off the coast of Iceland, by a lab technician nervously scanning the radar equipment for Russians or aliens or babies — Look! It’s dancing!
And in other news, Neil Gaiman’s weblog really needs permalinks.
“He who controls the Spice, controls the universe.”
I, or rather my boss, just received a piece of junk mail from a web hosting company. Included was a silver package of “Basic Barbecue Blend” from the (apparently fictitious) Southwest Spice Company. Who are the ad geniuses who dreamed that one up?
Apparently, Fox has renewed 24. That ought to be interesting.