Attack of the Logy Brain

I promised someone I would do a big write-up of the books I’ve been sent recently, but I swear to you that if my brain actually climbs out of first gear at any point in the day it will be a miracle, so I’m going to punt until Monday. I can do that! It’s a personal site! You can’t stop me! Bwa ha ha ha ha hah ha!

In lieu of any writing today, I may fiddle with the site look a bit. Or, hell, I may just wander off and play videogames all day long. It’s the Friday after Thanksgiving, after all. Being logy and brainless is what it’s all about. Well, that and shopping. And I’m not doing any shopping today.

14 Comments on “Attack of the Logy Brain”

  1. I protest your laziness and will have to call and have my subscription cancelled. I mean, the delivery boy always hits my flower beds anyway….


  2. The number you need to call is on a web-page which is not accessible from the Net. It’s a Zen thing.

    I always love it when you mention you’re changing the background and someone comments on it. Huh. I don’t see a change. (pause to click on Refresh) Ooo — shiny!

    Dr. Phil

  3. I drove past a Best Buy last night and saw people camped out in front of the door. Like, with tents. I thought there was some kind of ordinance saying you couldn’t do that without a costume and a plastic lightsaber.

    My siblings and I are taking this rare opportunity (because I’m home in DC for the holiday) to kick some serious video game butt. Lumenlab projector + living room wall + thanksgiving leftovers + pie with clotted cream = win.

  4. 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 O.C., by any means necessary

    Dr. Phil, that urt my brain for too long.

    Today is BUY NOTHING DAY so I did just that.

    And then the j-holes from SFBC sent me two books I don’t want. Thanks.

  5. Johne Cook – Wisconsin, USA – Technical writer by day, creative writer and editor by night, I like prog rock, film noir, space opera, and the Green Bay Packers.
    Johne Cook

    I’ve been playing hooky from RGR today and playing Call of Duty 4 (PC). Best shooter ever. Total brain vacation. I’m having a decadent blast today sitting home while the piranhas of commerce are out stripping the bones of carefully prepared displays and endcaps. Whee!

  6. Johne Cook – Wisconsin, USA – Technical writer by day, creative writer and editor by night, I like prog rock, film noir, space opera, and the Green Bay Packers.
    Johne Cook

    Finished COD4 in a day. What a rush! I haven’t had that much fun plowing through a SP videogame since Rainbow Six: Vegas last year.

  7. Well my clotted cream was an imitation of what my favorite cafe in Belfast was calling clotted cream when I was there– it’s heavy whipping cream, whipped, without sugar. It doesn’t seem to bear any resemblance to wikipedia’s idea of clotted cream… not sure what’s up with that. Honestly, though, it’s good with apple pie (come to think of it, I may have had real clotted cream on my apple pie in Ballycastle– that was pretty good too).

  8. Oh Annalee, that sounds a whole lot better than what Wiki was saying. Or, maybe I was only reading the more negative yurky sounding words and skipping the yummy sounding ones.


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