Cleaning out a storage space last night, I found an old mix tape from about 1992 or 1993, and have been enjoying the trip down memory lane, which, as you know, intersects with Questionable Taste Avenue, just where Avante Garde Park merges into Mildly Annoying Center.

Gah. I'm an idiot.

As some of you know, I've put together an anthology of my original short stories called "Ice Cream and Venom." It's all done with the editing, and aside from needing a bit of technical support from Kindle/Amazon to straighten out a table-of-contents issue, it's ready to go. Once we get that out of the way, it should be online more or less immediately.

Sorry to be in and out so much the past few days, but I've got this newly-married old friend who basically hasn't been able to make a financial go of it in the big city (Biggest we've got, anyway). He's having to give up, pack it in, and move back in with his family in West Virginia. I've been running back and forth to Lincoln helping him move because his wife is very preggers, and he literally knows no one else around here.

21st Century. Democrats. Who knew?

Busy day today: Wrote an article on the return of Torchwood, then found that R2 had scooped me on that one, so I just threw it in the shoebox, and it'll pop up on July 29th, as I had nothing better to throw in there. It might re-spark discussion, since we'll all have forgotten about it by then anyway. Also wrote an article about the *intended* arc/ending for "Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda," and wrote a review for Story # 6 of the original Galactica.

Also, on a more personal note, I caused a Trekie to vomit with rage today. That's a first for me. If I was any prouder, I'd be twins.