If you want to read about the almost-disaster involving Spooky's signed and personalized copy of Edward Gorey's The Haunted Tea Cozy, click here. I still get queasy, just thinking about it. Oh, and she can tell you about the LSD Penguin, as well.
And if you want to be reassured that clueless assholes are still reading my novels and writing reviews of them for Amazon, click here (scroll down to "Two Whiney, Dysfunctional Lesbians Save The World .. Sort Of, December 20, 2004"). These days, I'm honestly at a loss for words at shit like this. I should promise to write only fantasy novels filled with Good and Virtuous (i.e., straight, sober and happy) characters and Evil and Nasty (i.e., you know thier bad because I tell you so right off) characters. Then the assholes might give me a break. A shame I can't find the hole in my conscience. Does anyone else get just a little whiff of homophobia off this guy?
The new Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology (Vol. 24, No. 4; 10 Dec. '04) arrived yesterday. That was the one bright spot in the day, I think. There's a beautiful life restoration of the dolichosaur Pontosaurus lesinensis on the cover (and it's in colour on page 981). Dolichosaurs are marvelous little beasts from the Cretaceous Period, sleek aqautic lizards that fit somewhere into the evolution of mosasaurs and snakes from a common ancestor. I've read only one paper so far, "Provenance and anatomy of Genyodectes serus, a large-toothed ceratosaur (Dinosauria; Theropoda) from Patagonia" (by Oliver W. M. Rauhut).
I think that's all for now. I'm off to battle the amoral lesbian snow badgers that would wrack my body with frostbite and have me fill my books with decisive, pleasant, lifeless people.