Nothin’ But Blue Sky

Wait, that’s not right. Well, never mind that now.

What I really want to tell you is that I’m taking the weekend off, starting this very second. I may check in with Twitter, but most of the time I won’t be online. Because I’ll be having grand adventures. Or sleeping. Mostly sleeping. But you never know. If you see me out there in the world with a cutlass in my teeth, swinging from a rope, don’t be surprised. That’s all I’m saying.

Have a good weekend and I’ll see you all on Monday.

13 Comments on “Nothin’ But Blue Sky”

  1. If you see me out there in the world with a cutlass in my teeth, swinging from a rope, don’t be surprised.

    I want pictures of that. ;-)

  2. If I see you swinging from a rope with a cutlass in your teeth I will load that picture to the interwebz and then tell you to stop watching “Ice Pirates” while drinking expired milk.

  3. Maybe he is just sticking in a caveat in case the rumors of roving bands of ninjas and robots in his area turn out to be true.

  4. Maybe you’re sleeping about swinging about with cutlasses in your teeth?
    Oh – remember the cutlass goes sharp bit forward, not backward…we want you to be able to talk,
    we like your voice!

  5. Or is John off trying out his acting abilities in a film version of Neal Stephenson’s Baroque Cycle? I’d pay to see that.

    I’d seen swashbuckling movies, but I didn’t know you could write swashbuckling books until I read that beast.

  6. Sleeping is indeed a grand adventure. I awoke this morning from a vivid dream of a giant vaccum-cleaner robot, just off the side of the freeway I was driving along, that had inexplicably just attacked and was devouring a large spaghetti factory or restaraunt production line, with a fountain of spaghetti flying out the top where the exhaust air vented.

    I clearly remember “WTF – is that… Robot?… Spaghetti??… Meatballs??….” and then woke up.

    Significance? I don’t know. Avoid giant vacuum cleaner robots, I guess. (And yet, I’m going to TechShop tomorrow for a short rocket conference….)

  7. Those clouds stretched all the way down from your way to south of Dayton. They were unutterably cool. (And set off a discussion with my Partner In Crime about who really was a painter of light. We decided on Maxfield Parrish for the win.)

    Have a great weekend!

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