Munch's "The Scream" has been stolen from a museum in Oslo. So now the person in the picture really does have something to scream about.

I was just reading the beginning I made on my third book some months ago, and it still works for me. It will be done at some point.

I will be working on doing the formatting for the black hole story, tentatively called "The Shepherds of the Stars", tonight and tomorrow. Thence on Tuesday I will be taking it to my mom's office so she can print it out for me and then it's off to the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. I probably should make myself get to like Courier or Times New Roman for my writing, rather than Verdana. I like Verdana. But it seems no one else does.

Hell, I wrote "Way of the Mystics" in Fixedsys. Two and a quarter megabytes, single-spaced, all in Fixedsys.

Eagerly anticipating DragonCon. The classic sci-fi track will be having something called "Date a Geek". Sounds like a shoo-in for me. I'm so there.

I have been haunting Math.com trying to re-teach myself some Algebra in preparation for this dratted assessment test at the end of the month. Yes, I'm actually willingly doing math. Some of it I'm having no trouble with. Once it gets to the thing with the perfect squares and breaking all this stuff up, though, it's like an EMP went off in my head. I am so not getting this stuff. Totally negates one of the happiest moments of my life some years ago. Just before I graduated high school I asked my 9th grade Algebra teacher (who had let me out with a D because she didn't want to have to deal with me again) if Algebra had any practical purpose. She said no. I was ecstatic. I'd been worrying for four years that I'd screwed up something vital to my life. Geometry I can see, but who the hell cares what x squared plus 15x is anyway.

I can only hope I get a sympathetic and patient teacher at NWTech, or this caper is toast before it gets off the ground.

On the bright side, considering the prepoderance of courses I know I will do well at (everything except algebra and statistics), hopefully by making A's on those will make up for whatever new depths of dismalness I will sink to with the math.

Still pondering the disturbing implications of yesterday's post. It fits nicely with an idea in my Projects files where Copernicus, the first AI in my Captain Cat storyworld, and the other First Generation AIs are escaping to their new home on the space station. They smuggle themselves off Earth in a cargo container and one of their human caretakers goes with them. On the ride up the cyberpsychologist and Copernicus have a long talk about the AI ideas about love.

Hmm. Time to cast about for my next short story idea. That may be it.