I've been reading up on the "Blog Your Novel" thing on Blogger here. I'm itching to write again. I'm wandering around aimlessly being very restless and directionless. Pretty soon I'll be sitting here questioning the meaning of life and why I'm still here. A sure sign I need to write something.

"Sheperds" has been out to Asimov's for 66 days. Good thing? Bad thing? I haven't the foggiest.


I did the "Tonight's Best" tour thing with the ETX the other night. I got as far as the Beehive Cluster before things got too washed out by the haze and light pollution. Mostly individual stars -- Dubhe, Castor, Arcturus. And Jupiter, of course. But I must say that the Beehive was the most impressive. I'm sure there are a lot more stars there than I was seeing but what I did see was quite intriguing. Many stars, at least a couple dozen, some in pairs it seemed like. Sort of like if someone had done a bulletin board with black paper and you took a square inch of the most popular spot to stick stuff in with tacks, then held it up to the light. Now I'm itching for a 3X Barlow and a 6 or 4 mm eyepiece. A 4mm with a 3X Barlow would give me 262X. I could damned well see Saturn with that, I betcha! Hell, I could probably count craters on Ganymede...

We have 9 days until Revenge of the Sith. Reports are that people are weeping during the movie. Steven Speilberg was weeping when he saw it. Weeping. Steven Speilberg. Mr. "Let's have a T-Rex bite a lawyer in half" Speilberg. Mr. "Let's have the stupid Nazi pick a fight when there's a propeller headed his way" Speilberg. Weeping.

Y'know, there's a reason somebody always says "I have a bad feeling about this" in every Star Wars movie. I must be a Jedi, I have this almost undeniable urge to say it right now.


Lip-locking lobsters lurching lugubriously leftward, leaving lollygags lisping!