In Which Your Humble Blogger might have gone into the idea that a really good editor would have improved the book about a thousand percent, but what the hell, anyway.
Well, and so, South Carolina has voted, on the Other Party’s Side, and then there were three. Or four or five. Depending on how you count. I wrote back before Iowa about scenarios that seemed plausible to me and unfortunately…
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not talking about the Hugos, y’all know that, right?
In Which Your Humble Blogger speaks well of the living. Well, some of them. Others are fucking shitbags, honestly.
In Which Your Humble Blogger will probably leave the Oscars talk for another day.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pleased that at least one qualified candidate got winnowed off the island.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could probably just run a search on the names of the two authors; I would bet there’s an interview somewhere in which the one talks about the other.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was going to try to make a joke about a pig in a poke, or a pig in lipstick, or maybe lipstick on a poke, or, well, probably better to bag the whole joke.
In Which Your Humble Blogger remembers, occasionally, to enjoy democracy.
In Which Your Humble Blogger preaches. So preachy.