October 25th, 2005

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Yesterday was not a good news day. More bombings where there are bombings every day, Rosa Parks' passing on, the harrowing of the Yucatan.

And there's another bit of bad news hovering, upon which jmhm and pecunium comment.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/jmhm/1475657.html (and read the Adam Felber post she links, too).

http://www.livejournal.com/users/pecunium/144751.html




ETA: And now that it's come to pass, xiphias has a few salient words from Shakespeare, Tennyson, and Kipling, upon this Ct. Crispin's Day.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/xiphias/272274.html




CNN has a list.  There have been 2,192 coalition troop deaths, 1,998 Americans, 98 Britons, 13 Bulgarians, two Danes, two Dutch, two Estonians, one Hungarian, 26 Italians, one Kazakh, one Latvian, 17 Poles, one Salvadoran, three Slovaks, 11 Spaniards, two Thai and 18 Ukrainians in the war in Iraq as of October 24, 2005.

It's regularly updated. There are photographs. I think it's only fair for those of us who don't have to wonder if  #1999 and #2000 might be us to go recognize them.



Meanwhile, Iraq Body Count has running estimates of the civilian cost. 26,690 - 30,051, as of this morning.


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The good folks at Random House have an excerpt from Worldwired up on my page there. It contains spoilers for the Bad Things that happen at the end of Scardown.

Fair warning.


from hernewshoes, Publish & Perish. You know, I keep seeing articles about how disillusioning the publication process is the new writers. And they all debunk the same "myths."

I'm not sure these myths actually exist, at least among those of us who come up the hard way. At least, I've not encountered a genre writer who maintains them for any length of time--possibly because we tend to clump, and discuss things, and read blogs like this one, and hang out with drunken, bitter midlisters in convention bars?

Most of us seem to walk in expecting a scrabble, frankly. (I'm looking forward to a future as a drunken, bitter midlister. You can buy me a drink, and I'll tell you all about my failures.)

There just ain't a lot of mystery in mystery, either, or romance, or so I get the impression from reading the crime and romance blogs.

Maybe things are a little more arcane over in lit fic or something. Or maybe the media is inventing these myths so that they have something to debunk, which would be my theory.


docdad is making me homesick. (Pictures at bottom of entry.) WHUMP!

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falling prey to corporate America

Las Vegas is the latest recipient of one of the scarier corporate automation schemes around--"Jack FM." What this is is computer-generated, DJ-free radio with an expanded playlist.

Now, I'm a big proponent of DJs and AOR. Which is why, generally speaking, I listen to and support Radio Paradise in my own home. In the car, however, I have a choice currently of a bunch of Clear Channel stations, and this thing.

And gawd, I hate being a marketing demographic, but it beats the stuffing out of the 40 song playlists on the local 80's and hard rock stations. (There's a classic rock station that's not too bad--it's sort of a thirty years of top 40 schtick that at least ensures a little Doobie Brothers and Edgar Winter Group every now and again, but man I'm sick of the same three Fleetwood Mac songs, yanno?)

So I think I'm falling victim to it. Because on the way home from work, I heard the Beastie Boys, Everlast, Pat Benetar, and that great standard of late-night Burt Reynolds infomercial television, the theme from Smokey and the Bandit.

The bad news is, I now feel the uncontrollable urge to go order some miniblinds. I'll be back after the commercial break.




In other, Spy Kitty related news, Illya just let me stand outside about seven feet from the food bowl and talk to him while he ate.