Reading Lewis Shiner and Bruce Sterling’s sometimes painfully informative Turkey City Lexicon (discovered through the fine folks at Invisible City), I came across this:

Signal from Fred

A comic form of the “Dischism” in which the author’s subconscious, alarmed by the poor quality of the work, makes unwitting critical comments: “This doesn’t make sense.” “This is really boring.” “This sounds like a bad movie.” (Attr. Damon Knight)

Hmm. I wonder if I should rename my weblog.

All things considered, I had a very nice weekend. On Friday morning, I drove home to New York and, despite the terrible rain, made pretty good time. I didn’t get lost once. On the way, I listened to Neil Gaiman read Coraline on CD, which luckily arrived in the mail the day before. It’s a funny and odd and wonderful book, and Gaiman reads it exceptionally well.

On Saturday, I attended my aunt’s wedding. I’m still a little shell-shocked from the volume on the dj’s speakers, but otherwise it was really quite nice. The groom’s son insisted that the rain was good luck, but would you really tell a bride that anything was bad luck on her wedding day? Anyway, I had fun. I managed to avoid dancing for most of the afternoon, but I couldn’t really refuse to dance with my grandmother, and I was then roped into a conga line by my mother and my sister. It was less traumatic than it might have been — I am a terrible, terrible dancer — and I did get to keep the silly hat.

On Sunday, after lunch, I drove back to Pennsylvania. The last few photographs are from that trip. There wasn’t really anywhere to stop where it wasn’t raining, but the changing color of the leaves was really quite spectacular in some places, and I have been promising fall photographs. The other pictures are of nothing in particular…but then, that’s what I seem to do best, photographs of nothing in particular.

Oh well. Again, all things considered, I had a nice weekend, but it’s good to be back. Not necessarily good to be back at work, but one can’t have everything, right?

I’ve decided not to do the Friday Five this week. The questions seem very limiting. I certainly have favorite cds, movies, books, foods, and friends — and I suppose listing them here would reveal something about myself, but the truth is, I don’t think I would want any of them and nothing else for all eternity. Variety, after all, is the spice of life. Wouldn’t even your most cherished, favorite movie get boring the twenty thousandth you watched it?

I’m also a little pressed for time this morning, since I’m headed to New York for a wedding this weekend and would like to leave within the hour if possible. I thought I’d have more to say this morning, but I guess not. Enjoy your own weekends.