Speaking of TSD…

Literally a minute after I uploaded the audio version, the UPS dude showed up at the door with my own copies. This is the limited edition, which is all leathery and and has my signature and stuff, although I’ll admit having my own autographed copy of a Scalzi original is possibly less exciting for me than it is for others.

In any event, if I’ve got mine, that means many of you will be receiving yours soon as well — if in fact you don’t have yours already.

18 Comments on “Speaking of TSD…”

  1. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, father of pangolins

    Crap, mine’s being delivered to my old address! I needs it now! It burns us not to have it now!

  2. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, father of pangolins

    Dude! I do yoga, my BP’s fine. I can even make it drop on command. I’ll show you at Boskone.

    Ahem. Truth be told, I’ve got far too much on the guilt stack that has yet to be read. It’s just thwt I enjoy the books and I devoured Questions for a Soldier in seconds flat.

    I must go now. Mrs. Chang hand delivered hot cocoa and cookies. I must do as I am told.

  3. I’ve wondered about this for some time, but your mention of having an autographed copy of your own work brought it to the surface…

    …and I know you’re no copyright lawyer…

    …but can you re-write your own work after it’s been published? Like computer books issue corrections? Would you be allowed to re-issue a chapter that for what ever reason hadn’t read as well/elegant/clear as you had originally thought?

    Lurked here long enough to use the word ‘can’ rather than ‘want’ (or ‘need’).

  4. Chang, I hear ya on the guilt stack. My lovable wife brought home a bag (a whole frickin’ bag) of SF/F stuff from the college library (books being removed form the collection). And bless her heart, there was a copy (well beaten, but still in mostly one piece) of “Those Who Can” which I’ve been looking for since a certain Tor Editor mentioned it. Not to mention many Kurt Vonegaut hardcovers. Now my guilt stack overflows 2 copy paper boxes (and these had 12×18 in them, so they’re bigger).

    But very cool on your own piece of history there, John.

  5. stainlesssteeldroppingsonceuponatime – Founder and Proprietor of Stainless Steel Droppings: www.stainlesssteeldroppings.com
    Carl V.

    So sad mine wasn’t in the mail today and will be even more anxiously on the lookout for it the rest of the week!

  6. Und wann wird das deutschsprechende für meine österreichischen Freunde freigegeben?

    Don’t worry about Chang’s bp, he does Yoga. Chang as a matter of fact I co-own a Yoga studio in CA. “www.theyogacompany.com”. Check it out.

  7. Und wann wird das deutschsprechende für meine österreichischen Freunde freigegeben?

    Don’t worry about Chang’s bp, he does Yoga. Chang as a matter of fact I co-own a Yoga studio in CA. “www.theyogacompany.com”. Check it out.

  8. It was a no-show here. Not surprised. It takes forever to get stuff delivered here in JAX. I miss CMH where I could send and receive anything I wanted to via USPS/UPS/FedEx at most in three days.

    I had to discover JAX where it’s more typical to be 7 to 8 days.

    Sucks to be me.

  9. Damn you mortgage company! Do you not see the mighty goodness of this book? I could have ordered one were it not for you!

    *sigh*

  10. Christopher Hamilton – Edinburgh, Scotland – Writer and photographer based in Edinburgh, Scotland. You can find me online at http://christopherhamilton.net or on twitter as @chrishamilton
    Chris

    I really hope this doesn’t take too long to reach me over here in the UK. I had to wait an age for the hardback copy of OMW to arrive.

    Damn overseas shipping and customs, grumble, grumble.

  11. Douglas,

    One of the more notable examples in SFF of what you’re asking about is the changes that J.R.R. Tolkien made to later editions of The Hobbit in order to make it more consistent with The Lord of the Rings. See here.

  12. I don’t have my pretty pretty shiny shiny book yet. Rats.

    wanders off, wondering if spells would work in this situation…

  13. Randy Johnson – Retired from a disability. Been a voracious reader for most of my life. Like rock music, blues, and old country.
    Randy

    TSD came in today’s mail. Hooray!

  14. Randy Johnson – Retired from a disability. Been a voracious reader for most of my life. Like rock music, blues, and old country.
    Randy

    TSD came in today’s mail. Hooray!

  15. TSD came yesterday in the mail….

    Nicely done, Scalzi.

    My son asked about the list of names in the book when he looked thru it— I then he saw my wife’s name listed. “Mommy…. it says here you’re dead… in the FUTURE. YOU ARE FROM THE FUTURE!!!!”

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