Patio Season

Go Sens Go

Last night my lovely wife and I set forth for Boston Pizza where food was eaten, beer was drunk, and hockey was watched. The Sens duly laid down the smack, and will be advancing to the second round. It was a really fun evening.

Good Lord It's Nice Out

It really is, so we took lunch at a patio. I've got the patio doors open here at the Ranch and the breeze is nice. This, this right here, is what I'm talking about.

I Still Don't Get Facebook

Sorry, I just don't.

The Ebay

Ok, well, I was good for a month. Then this guy listed box upon box of Shadowrun cards, of all things.

Prime is wondering whether I am endeavouring to construct a museum of dead card games. The obvious answer is, no, because then I'd need to buy some Galactic Empires, and you couldn't pay me to keep that ugly clunker of a game around.

Literary Aspirations

I've been spending some time reading blogs maintained by agents in the field of F/SF publishing of the sort my book would pertain to. Getting the skinny on how the industry works has been an enlightening and heartening experience. I am fairly comfortable with my abilities as a writer (the first sentence of this paragraph notwithstanding), but this has considerably helped my confidence regarding my ability to actually, you know, sell the book I'm writing and eventually see it in print.

Really, I'm just in it for the fame, the money, and the babes. Not necessarily in that order.

Breaking Out The Oils

Although there's been some flip-flopping, it appears that I am going to be painting a painting for Dougly and the CBC. Also, Serdic is interested in acquiring a painting of some sort to brighten up his domicile.

I'm going to need to look into getting my paints back from the Rocket, it appears.

Long Weekend

I've taken Monday off, and (knock on wood) those mendacious meterologists at Environment Canada are asserting that it will be very nice for the duration.

I can live with that.