I've been sick with some sort of gut/joint/energy death combo that's kept me more in bed than out for the past several days. Last week really hit the skids early, and just kept going down.
A couple of personal items:
- I'm getting Something's Fishy, my SF reading group, going again. It ran for about two years, but after my friends Beth and Bryan left town, we fell under critical mass, and stopped meeting. I think we have critical mass again, and I've scheduled a meeting for next month. Contact me if you're interested. We'll be meeting at my house for a while, so space is limited, but I don't imagine that'll actually be a problem. And if you don't know WTF I'm talking about or you're not local, sorry. :)
- A few months ago, my friend T. Rev. came to visit. T. and I met through an amateur press alliance we both wrote for. The APA died on my watch, and I've always felt a little guilty about it. But some of the friendships and experiences I had because of the APA will be with me for the rest of my life. T. and I discussed our regrets about the APA's passing while he visited. A couple of weeks ago, T. injected some re-animating serum into the corpse of the APA, and raised this. Right now, anyone can wander by and look or comment; actual membership is limited to former APA members. We've sucked in five people so far, and would love to have as many as possible. If you're one of those people
and not so paranoid that you're running away screaming, please join, read, post, or all of the above. Unlike the reading group, we're not limited by geography. Again, if you don't know WTF I'm talking about, sorry; you're not the only one.
Erratica would make a great title for a porn novel, wouldn't it?