August 27th, 2006


Watching Ernesto

Yesterday, Spooky and I proofed chapters Two and Three of Daughters of Hounds (preorder now!), which means we made it all the way to page 157. I love this book so much, and I wish I could stop fretting over the coming reviews and sales figures and such and just enjoy the fact of having actually written it.

I still have not received the final draft of the illustration for "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Ghoul" from Vince. He's been ill, and, understandably, it's slowed him down. I have hope that I will receive it today and can get Sirenia Digest #9 out this evening or tomorrow morning. I do apologize again for it being so late this month.

There isn't much else to be said about yesterday. The days have been blessedly uneventful since we got home. I'm staying away from people as much as possible. We're not taking our walks until after dark, which means the park and sidewalks are pretty much deserted. Yesterday afternoon, after the proofreading, I re-read a favourite novella, "Black as the Pit, from Pole to Pole" by Steven Utley and Howard Waldrop (in Eternal Lovecraft, Golden Gryphon, 1998; originally published in New Dimensions 7, edited by Robert Silverberg, 1977). It's a breathtaking fusion of Frankenstein, Poe's "MS Found in a Bottle" and The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym, Lovecraft's "At the Mountains of Madness," John Cleve Symmes' ("Adam Seaborn") theory of a hollow Earth with openings at the poles, the history of Arctic and Antarctic exploration, and Moby Dick. It amazes me every time I read it. Later, I watched North By Northwest on TCM. And that was yesterday.

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions, if you are so inclined. Also, I have decided to begin mirroring this journal on my MySpace page, beginning with this post. Hey, why the frell not? I figure Rupert Murdoch probably already owns me, one way or another...

One Less Reason to Watch Television (Again)

Lately, it seems as if I'm pretty much the very last person to know what's what. Case in point, I only just this afternoon learned that HBO canceled Deadwood...back in May. The following is quoted from the Wikipedia Deadwood entry:

On May 13, 2006, HBO confirmed it has opted not to pick up the options of the actors, which were set to expire on June 11, 2006. This means that there will likely be no fourth season with the current cast as it stands, though HBO has stressed that the show is not cancelled and talks regarding its future are ongoing. The chance of the show returning in its current state of cast and crew, however, is small.

On June 5, 2006, HBO and creator David Milch agreed to have two two-hour telefilms in place of a fourth season, after Milch declined a short-order of 6 episodes. This is because in the show's original form, each season was only a few days, with each episode being one day, in the town of
Deadwood. The final two-hour format will release these time restraints and allow for a broader narrative to finish off the series.

What the fuck?! This means that tonight's episode will be the last regular episode, and I know it's going to end with a cliffhanger, and I'm having some serious fucking Farscape flashbacks: A brilliant series is canceled in the middle of a story, then allowed the chance to "wrap up" with a partial season, but will be finishing with a mini-series instead, which, I can guarantee, will not be equal to the task. Four hours?! Am I the only person who was labouring under the impression that Deadwood was a hit? I suppose that I should take some cold comfort from the fact that so many of the artists whom I admire are commercial failures. At least I'm consistent.


As Bruce Cockburn said so long ago, "If I had a rocket launcher..."

At least Serenity won a Hugo.

Postscript: My very grateful thanks to David Kirkpatrick (corucia), whose generosity has made it possible for me to renew the domain registration for Whether or not it will remain online past September 6th, I cannot yet say. But I do hope so.

Second Postscript (8:43 p.m.): This article from The New York Times answers a lot of my questions regarding the end of Deadwood. It also reveals many more parallels in the forces behind the demise of Milch's masterpiece and Farscape than I'd actually expected.