September 01, 2008

Paper Disaster

Just what you need to spruce up the office cube...paper models of the Titanic and the Hidenburg...at their worst moments!

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He's Back!

Recovering from the loss of his Hugo, Dave Langford is back with another issue of Ansible (#254 in a series).

A 19-year winning streak came to its end at last, which frankly was something of a relief....

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Fred's Reading Report (Auguwst 200

This report can now be viewed here.

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Burroughs Birthday

Happy Birthday, Edgar Rice Burroughs!

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August 30, 2008

The End and the Beginning

A comic strip that I've read for...well...a long time is coming to an end. Or is it (some additional details here, Adobe Acrobat file)?

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August 28, 2008

I'll Be in My Bunk...(*)

Check out these great advance promo pics for the new season of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles:

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I know I'm married and twice her age13 years older than she is, but I think I'm in love with Summer Glau:
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(More below the fold).

more...

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Glamourous New Blog

Be sure to check out Virginia Postrel's new blog, Deep Glamour: At the Intersection of Imagination and Desire.

In addition to being pretty easy on the eyes, this new blog offers up a fresh perspective on what many may normally consider a superficial topic. Call it a more focused application of the "substance of style."

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August 26, 2008

No Means No

After 8:00 PM the doorbell rang. It was a guy in a red shirt and a badge named Steve and he said he was from our telephone company.

He wanted to sell me their fiber optic service. I said we weren't interested. My reply was: "I told the first salesman why I wasn't interested. I did not feel a need to repeat myself to the next four. I am not effing (to clean it up) interested in effing explaining it again."

I then slammed the door in his face. I should have let OldDog (Mark 2.0 and NewDog (Mark 4.0) out to "greet" him.

I then called his employer to ask why they had people ringing doorbells after 8:00 PM. Maybe it's time for a new telephone company.

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Chief vs. Chief

Continuing my interest in all things HALO (even though I've never played the game, just collected some figures, bought some books, and played some music), here is a view of the Master Chief vs. a view of the Master Chief. Remember that history is written by the victor!

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August 25, 2008

Such a Noble Profession

"Doctors purge the body, preachers the conscience, lawyers the purse."

--German proverb (from my desktop calendar)

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August 23, 2008

Too Tall

In We Were Soldiers Once...And Young, we met a pair of characters (real people who are real unique, that is), Ed "Too Tall to Fly" Freeman and Bruce (Ancient Serpent) Crandall. Both were entitled to wear the Congressional Medal of Honor.

Joe Galloway, who was a direct witness to the events of the battle depicted in the book writes of the passing of "Too Tall".

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August 18, 2008

Poul Anderson's Technic Civilization in Seven Easy Lessons

First there was one. Then there was three. Now comes the news that Baen Books has negotiated the rights to the entire Technic Civilization series by Poul Anderson. Seen volumes of crunchy hard science fiction goodness! For the first time since, well ever, we're going to see the entire tale, from beginning to end (with even a story that never made it between book covers!) from one publisher.

All hail Toni Weisskopf (Baen's publisher)! All hail Hank Davis (the Baen editor overseeing the project)!

Feast your peepers on what's in store... more...

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Twin Sons of a Different Mother

I never realized how much Wall-E resembled Stephen Hawking until I saw this.

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Escheresque

Take a look at this enlarged picture of a stepwell (really big version here). How Escheresque!!!

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August 16, 2008

Starlost

A long-lost "classic" of television SF is coming to DVD (can Logan's Run and Max Headroom be far behind? And what of Salvage 1?). Sure hope I can find a better price, though!

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August 15, 2008

Think Blue, Count Two

The official Cordwainer Smith site has a new look. "Smith's" daughter is also doing a blog. His Instrumentality of Mankind stories are among my favorites, stop on by and maybe you'll get hooked as well!

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August 14, 2008

Doctor's Visit

Well, the sickness continues so it is off to the doctor!

Update: Just getting back home. It turned into an emergency room visit. Seems there's a bug going around...

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August 13, 2008

Tie Mate

'Don't you know what a tie-mate is, cully?' asked the seaman with tolerant scorn. The landsman shook his heavy head: there were already seventeen thousand things he did not know, and their number increased, daily. 'Well, you know what a pigtail is?' asked the seaman, showing his own, a massive queue that reached his buttocks, and speaking loud, as to a fool or a foreigner. The landsman nodded, looking a little more intelligent. 'Which it has to be unplaited, washed on account of the lice, combed, and plaited again for muster. And can you do it yourself, behind your back? Not in time for muster, mate. Not in time for Kingdom Come, neither. So you get a friend, like me and Billy Pitt, to do yours, you sitting on a cheese of wads at your ease, or maybe a bucket turned arsy-versy; and then you do his: for fair's fair, I say. And that is what we call tie-mates."

''I heard of that Billy Pitt of yours,' said the landsman, narrowing his eyes.

(Patrick O'Brian, The Commodore)

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Sick Day!

The young lady is not feeling well, so no work (probably) for pay today.

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August 12, 2008

Greetings From the Prodigal Blogger

I'm still alive. Summer is always a bad time for blogging for me. Something about the structure of the kids' school year helps me write more consistently.

We recently returned from a two-week vacation in Colorado. High point (literally): I bagged a 14er -- Quandary Peak -- with my two sons. That makes two Colorado 14ers in my life now (I climbed Red Cloud Mountain when I was 15).

More later.

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