I’m Alive

Just busy. Amuse yourselves in my absence. Be back later.

32 Comments on “I’m Alive”

  1. Who can make the ‘Scalziest’ remark here? I can’t, alas… too busy figuring out how to tape bacon to my cats…

  2. My bologna has a first name, it’s bioresearch staff,
    My bologna has a second name, it’s gas chromatograph,
    And I have wondered, so have you,
    Why it tastes the way it doooooo…..
    ‘Cuz Oscar Mayer has a way with recombinant DNA!

  3. The bomb destroyed half the block, and Scalzi survived!
    (A slight paraphrase from Revenge of the Pink Panther)

  4. Notice how we are teased with “Be back later”
    No time, no date. Nada, Zip, Zilch.
    We could be waiting for months for all we know.
    So, it all comes down to leading us on with open ended promises.

  5. At first I interpreted John’s most recent event announcement as being in a bookstore called:

    A Room Of One’s Own Tomorrow

    Which seemed a pretty philosophical name for a book store.

  6. Mike, I agree. A combination of Virginia Woolf and the White Queen in Through the Looking Glass.

  7. . . . And the world shines for me today,
    I’m alive! Suddenly, I am here today.
    Seems like forever (and a day),
    Thought I could never (feel this way)
    Is this really me?

  8. So, how does this work? It’s like a “I’m on vacation” email auto-reply. But instead its a “I’m busy. Be back later” auto-blog? 24 hours without a blog post and it will randomly kick in?

  9. That’s amusing… We, too, had a version of the bologna song back when I served on submarines. It went like this..

    My reactor has a first name. It’s N A V A L.
    My reactor has a second name that’s classified as hell.
    Oh I love to run it every day, and if you ask me why, I’ll say…
    ‘Cause radiation has a way of screwing up your DNA.

  10. Once upon a midnight dreary
    Whilst I pondered bleak and beery
    Over many quaint and weird volumes
    of stuff that’s on tomorrow’s test
    Suddenly I heard a gross noise and
    the terrified bird made itself weigh less
    on my chamber door.

    ‘Splot’ and ‘Knock’ kinda sound the same.
    If one is very tired.

  11. Does this sound familiar?

    He’s playing the reality game at the easiest setting: god level. I’m playing at the hard setting: five-foot tall female bisexual combat medic. Now, if he was playing hardcore he’d be an African-American lesbian midget Marine.

    Wen Spencer, Eight Million Gods

  12. Greg, that’s madness! An auto-post to prove his aliveness? How will we ever know if he’s really alive then? Why, we couldn’t trust *anything* if that were a thing. I’m talking like can’t trust gravity level of alarm, man. Whew. I need to lie down and catch my breath.

  13. I, also, am alive. And I think I’m thankful. I’m about to go to bed with my dog Buster, so that’s a good thing.

  14. I read Steven Gould’s “Impulse” last night. Tried to stop at 10:45 and couldn’t. Next time you see him tell him it’s great. :-)

  15. I afraid just taking your word for it won’t be enough. In the future, we will need to see a photo of you holding a newspaper with that day’s date clearly visible.

  16. I’m amusing myself by nibbling away at ‘The Human Division’. I usually gulp boks down, but I’m taking time to savor this first reading.

    I’m surprised it didn’t lead off with ‘After The Coup’, the story that introduced us to Harry Wilson and Hart Schmidt.

    (Link for any newcomers who missed it – )


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