So. Ad Astra ’11, this very weekend: their 30th anniversary, and they’re pulling out the stops. In addition to this year’s Guests of Honor (Mercedes Lackey and Larry Dixon), they’ve recruited a bunch of past GoHs for return engagements. So I’d be one of those. I will be there. First public event since the Killer […]
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Rise Up
Gonna see the month out with a bit of a grab-bag. Here’s an illo from the Chinese edition of Blindsight: a bit lurid chromatically, perhaps, but it’s the first cover art I’ve seen that presents broadly accurate renderings of both Theseus and Rorschach. There are other graphics I’d like to share with you at some […]
Skin Deep
Time, rs and Ks, for another installment of Fleshfest ’11. As you can see, the healing of my leg continues apace: Actually, that’s not really my leg (at least, not yet). It’s actually an effigy created by one Duff McCourt, who — upon learning of my fondness for Baileys and marzipan — actually whipped up […]
Pimping Legion
Oh man, this kinda snuck up on me: Crysis: Legion is officially out today. Del Rey is doing a bit of online promo, including posting the first fifty pages on their “Fifty Page Fridays” site. Of course, they won’t be posting them until Friday; in the meantime, though, I’ve written a series of four blog […]
Moving Pictures.
My doctor keeps jamming on his commitment to fork over the shots he took in surgery, the ones showing the necrotic tissue spreading across my leg. Fuck it; I’ve kept you waiting too long (only partially due to the above reason, granted; I’m also still comatose for a good chunk of the day), and I […]
The Plastinated Man.
Some of you may have heard by now that I got hit with a serious case of necrotising fasciitis (more luridly known as “flesh-eating disease”) late last week. I’m told I was a few hours away from being dead. Now, several morphine drips and debridements and blood-pressure crashes and pulmonary edemas later, I have a […]
I didn’t know you cared. But since you do…
So: doctor first thing Thursday morning, although whatever’s eating my legs seems to be dying on its own (despite the fact that the pus is back). So you guys can stop worrying/mocking me/tossing your cookies. The readings went over really well last night (and I’m told the video will be online before too long), to […]
Pictures, Postscripts, Performance, Pimpage, & Pus…
…Being not the name of the most unfortunately-named law firm in history, but rather a collection of reasons explaining my disappearance from the crawl this past month while we entered the second decade of the twenty-first century (still without personal jet-packs, I note with ongoing disgust). When last we left the ‘crawl I was en […]
The Way Things Are.
Packing for Frankfurt. No time for thoughtful analysis of the Mono Lake Arsenic Monster (although I did take pleasure in watching Keith Olbermann correct the NASA scientist who screwed up the name of Star Trek’s Horta episode) beyond saying: Cool, but I actually think that the discovery of anaerobic metazoans has more profound implications when […]
You’re All Just Lucky I Don’t Have a Kodak Carousel
Man, what a trip. You know any table where China Mieville sits at one elbow and Scott Westerfeld at the other is gonna give rise to some interesting dinnertime conversation. That kind of mix-and-match happened pretty much every night in Nantes: We bonded with China over a mutual love of cephalopods; with Brandon and Emily […]