Reading: SFWA Bulletin proofs
Music: Random standup comedy
TV/Movie: The West Wing
Link o' the Day: Instant Classic

And another day, the Thursday that should have been yesterday (because Wednesday didn’t feel much like Wednesday) and today should be Friday, ah—but Friday is yet to come—dammit.

The SFWA Bulletin continues to steam along. After some last-mnute changes to some advertising, and placing some last-minute text pieces, now is the fierce editing stage—both the editor’s for content, and mine for typography. And the placement of clip art.

Speaking of art, a cover design of mine will appear on next month’s Rhode Island Medical Society publication, Medicine & Health/Rhode Island. I’ll see if I can’t upload an image of the cover soon after the issue is produced.

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I don’t know what time it is anymore—at least not when I’m home. My watch broke a couple of weeks ago, and while there are other clocks in our apartment, the place I really need to know the time is in the bedroom for when I get up in the mornings.

Now I, like many of you, have my alarm clock set ahead so I can fool myself into not oversleeping. Most sensible people set their alarm clocks around ten minutes ahead. Maybe twenty for those extreme cases.

Mine? I’ve no idea anymore. There’s been a steady progression from ten to twenty to thirty to even forty minutes ahead Doing that sort of subtraction in the wee hours of the morning helps wake me up—so I believe.

The problem is that whenever I hit the snooze button, I invariably also strike the little button that sets the time, and the clock jumps ahead a random number of minutes. This morning I had really thought I had overslept, and in my panic to gt dressed and rush out the door, it was only the chance viewing of my fancy electronic thermometer that revealed the true time.

I wasn’t up late, I was up pretty early, in fact. (Screaming, “What the hell time is it!?!?!”) Adrenelin coursing through my veins.

Better than coffee, but not as tasty.

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One more comment about Dan Brown’s DECEPTION POINT from yesterday:

Something that annoys me about a lot of techno-thrillers is how science is often painted as the bad guy. Michael Crichton is big on this. Dan Brown uses science in this book no so much as the villain, and he does the villain’s dim-witted half-cousin. Science isn’t reliable, and scientists are even more unreliable and easily-fooled. Yes, sometimes a scientist falls victim to petty human emotions, but the extent to which this happens in this book is a little disturbing.

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It’s rare these days that I come across a new webcomic that really grabs me. Dominic Deegan: Oracle for Hire was the last one until yesterdays discovery: Instant Classic. I love the two main characters’ names and see this webcomic as having a lot of potential. (Sadly, I suspect the cartoonist is not prolific enough for regular updates, but read the archives anyway.)

Enjoy!