TAD Giveaway

Apparently someone is running a contest to give away a couple copies of The Android’s Dream. He’s not even making people beg cravenly, like I did. Slacker.

Coke Zero Haytas


Okay, so, the comments on “My Appalling Lunch” have exposed a heretofore unknown sleeper cell of Coke Zero haytas around these here parts, and I’m here to tell you, all y’all just better step off on mocking my choice of no-calorie beverage. As Joe Rybicki notes in the comments, all true Colaheads (as opposed to “cokeheads,” for obvious reasons) know that Coke Zero is the one true no-calorie Coca-Cola experience, since it’s formulated from the original Coca-Cola formula. Diet Coke, on the other hand, is some sort of bastard hybrid that shares its taste DNA with the hated and reviled New Coke, the antichrist of colas. New Coke!!! I mean, really. As if. And while, yes, I’d prefer to drink fully-sugared Coke, if I were to do that at my current level of soda consumption, I would probably be wider than I was tall, and that would be no good.

So back off, man. And show Coke Zero some love. It’s the one no-calorie cola that doesn’t actually taste like ass. And you know that’s the truth.

Wednesday Author Interview: Catherynne M. Valente

For those of you who just can’t get enough of literary interview goodness,
I’ve got a pretty damn interesting interview of Catherynne M. Valente up over at By the Way. Catherynne’s book The Orphan’s Tales: In the Garden, Vol. 1 hit the stores yesterday — yes, she and I shared a release date, and it was excellent — and it’s a gorgeously-written clutch of homemade myths and fairy tales that resolve themselves over the course of the book into a really well-structured novel. Very nicely done. Likewise, the interview is a series of discrete questions which eventually resolve into — an entire interview! Honestly, it’s like magic or something. Check it out.

My Appalling Lunch

A sandwich made with: Beef sticks, American cheese and Wonder Bread, nuked for 60 seconds. And a Coke Zero.

Yes, apparently on the inside, I am a 12-year-old boy. A chunky one.


Pale Autumn


Taken this morning while the frost was still on the ground. I think it gives the grass and fields a really interesting color, especially when contracted with the foliage. You can see a larger version here, which adds in more background; that one pretty much fully captures my rustic, pastoral living situation.

Welcome to November, everyone.