Day: March 25, 2003

Toftrees, where I live, is a pretty quiet neighborhood. The only sounds I usually hear from the neighbors are the occasional faucet turning on, the barking of the dog across the hall, and, just now, the sound of someone urinating in the apartment above me. It just doesn’t get much better than that.

Jon Kilgannon writes:

Over in the discussion group, Mike Ryan reports that one of the soldiers (presumably an American) had stencilled ‘Shai Hulud” on his helmet. I can see it now…

In the name of George “Muad Dub’ya” Atreides we must conquer Iraq! The evil Duke Husseinnen killed his father, and must pay for his crimes!

The oil must flow.

If you walk without rhythm, it won’t attract the worm…

I haven’t decided yet which is worse: getting no submissions for a webzine, or getting almost enough to make an issue a possibility.

I don’t have any have hardly any nonfiction or artwork yet, if anyone’s dying to help out.

Sometimes I think I need a “C’mon in. Door is closed because you’re too fucking loud!” sign on my office door. There’s about five conversations running over each other in the hall right now, making it all but impossible to think, much less work.