Happy Bookday and other things.

In which our Hero can count ever higher and dammit, those aren’t planes, that’s the U.S.S. Enterprise!!

Congratulations to [Dallandrah] on the release of So Silver Bright, Book 3 of the Fairy Apocalypse! Or as she insists on calling it, The Theatre Illuminata Trilogy. (I guess it’s one of those author things)

Get thee to a bookery, pick up a copy.

No, really. If you’re going to pick up a copy, do it today. First day sales make a big difference, and I’m sure she’d appreciate the love. If you haven’t read the other two, think of how wonderful it would be to get a whole trilogy in your mailbox.

More info at the Theatre-Illuminata.com, with links to various booksellers even. At least go and check out the lovely cover art.

(Yes, I’m pimping. I figure that by keeping her motivated, when she’s ready to come out of the pile of gorgeous kids and nutty dogs, she’ll finally write that other book that she’s been noodling.)

Anyway…

Hey Dallandrah! Your little series just turned 3!

Woooo!

So I guess my little niece has recently moved close to my house because once again she came home with my parents for a while. Something I hadn’t noticed was that she’s started talking about herself in the third person, which, combined with the fancy hat and the red-tinted sunglasses had her seeming to be entirely prepared to hit the film festival in Toronto.

Also, her mom, my cousin, hugged me on her way out. Which isn’t a big deal because all my cousins here do it. But that’s the second time in a week, which makes twice in the 4 odd years I’ve known her. I guess we do that now. And I’m not complaining, I’m happier with that affection just because then I don’t have to worry I’m making her feel left out. And since she started it, I know I don’t have to worry about cultural awkwardness since she’s an import. Oh well.

Hollywood got me a five pound bag of Rockets. (That’s Smarties for you Americans who don’t get the better smarties which I freely admit are not as good as M&Ms) And he’s told me I have to make it last past Halloween or he won’t pick them up for me again for reasons of conscience.

I had one last night.

Just one.

Good.

One of my cousins emailed me, inadvertently avenging herself for years of my teasing her with the picture that was attached. Of 16-year-old me, in behind stacks of science fiction books, in front of my array collection of starship models. Which picture I am not posting here, thank you very much.

I overlooked that she’d included a date for the photo, instead peering at the covers of the books and telling Nocturne that I must have been 16. Then I saw the date and yep, called it. (In retrospect the real hint should have been the TNG Enterprise-D, because that started just when I was reaching the end of high school)

It’s a very funny picture. And it’s a very funny email. She’s apparently doing a class assignment to write an old family picture using *that* picture, scrawny little me with 80s hair and 80s glasses, in front of things she doesn’t even have the cultural referents from.

For my english class we have to write an informal piece, mimicking this author that we read from where she was talking about an old photo of her family. This is where you and that wonderful photo i attached come in 😀 I just think it’s interesting and that you would make a good story. Except I don’t know very much about the picture and my knowledge of you has a shocking number of shortcomings

So now I have homework. I have to answer a slew of questions, by tonight.

What exactly do you do? :p When I was younger I recall you telling me you were a mercenary which meant you did whatever people paid you to do. I thought that was very cool because that’s Cloud’s job description, but I think I Googled it more recently and discovered it’s got a lot to do with killing people o_O Anyways, I know you’re a computer engineer but I don’t know were you editing a book and (I think) the company that started lolcatz comes in :s And why you get to travel so many places 🙂 Speaking of which, how many places have you been? (a ballpark number works 🙂

Apparently I’ve had trouble explaining my job for a lot longer than I thought. (And I think the Cloud in question is a character from Final Fantasy, assuming her obsession with that series hasn’t faded much)

Oh well. I guess I’d better start answering.