The long dark tea-time of the soul.

Three thousand words. Three thousand lousy words. That's how close I am. And each one is fighting as hard as Japanese troops on Iwo Jima. I am not doing another sector book unless it is as part of a team effort.

In an effort to both diversify the mp3 playlist, and clear out the pile of cds from the office, I tried to rip some songs from various disks. Our fucking cheap-ass program crashed Windows completely. We need something a bit more stable.

3,000 words, more or less. A bit over 24 hours. If somebody has a spare muse they could lend me?

The future ain't what it used to be

http://www.brunching.com/ratings/futurethings.html

The Pixels have landed

A version of the classic Lunar Lander is up on the web. Go forth and smack into mountains!