Published! The humor/erotica short story, “Customer Service” has been accepted and posted at Hoot Island here. It is, of course, dedicated to Lee. This sort of thing happens to him all the time.

Reviews. V for Vendetta, Issola V for Vendetta, Alan Moore and David Lloyd. Good. Don’t get me wrong. Very good. Not quite good enough. I don’t buy the characters and plotlines the way I could the ones in Watchman. I didn’t care about the whole thing nearly as much. I wasn’t awestruck by literary genius.

The Writing LIfe. You know, there was a big frou frou when people switched from typewriters to word processors. And there’s been another frou frou about contractual rights pertaining to the internet (when a print mag buys FNASR, First North American Serial Rights, does that cover the internet? Are people who are buying stories paying

Mrs. Kurtz ran into a dead end, but she hasn’t died. I wrote the last segment, and it sucked. I haven’t forgotten.

Ray Babies like to crawl around naked.

In the mail. In the interested of Science, I’ve sent “One Cool Million,” in its shortened form, to On Spec. Ok, ok, I’ll send it tomorrow. Post office closed, sort of fing.

Neat! I always knew those Canadians kicked ass. On Spec is a Canadian SciFi print magazine that has graciously posted a list of Thou-shalt-nots and the related Turkey City Lexicon. But here’s the cool stuff. My brother-in-law Mike (hi, Mike!) gave us a copy of the book Complete Idiot’s Guid to Publishing Science Fiction. I

Now! With YACCS comments!

Hoot Island. The folks at Hoot Island have seen my story…and I think they like it. I’m working on the frame story over the weekend and sending it back to them. Keep your legs crossed for me, will ya?

Mrs. Kurtz, On Hold, part the fourth. Note: The hubby’s name has been changed to Marcus. Mrs. Kurtz squealed. “Marcus!” “What about it, woman? Can’t you see I’m busy?” Marcus flipped through a copy of the TV Guide. “Fine,” she said. He wanted to watch cable television when he could have been using the internet,