Well damn.

Terry Pratchett has been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimers.

Well fuck.

Excelsior.

Ah well

Comics Journal apparently decided not to use my photos. Checked out their interview with Gail in the...November edition, I think...no photos. Then again, the entire section was black and white, and I do most of my con stuff in color, so I'm not overly surprised.

Oh well. Was nice to dream.

Excelsior.

...I lost a book

I have no idea why this aggravates me so. I've read it three times already. My copy of Pratchett's Carpe Jugulum slipped out of my pocket while I was out and about at St. Lawrence Market today. I'm not sure where. It wasn't at the restaraunt, where I was last reading it, and it wasn't on the street that I could find. The only thing I can figure is that it fell out of my pocket in the market, or that I accidentally took it out of my pocket and put it down on a table (which I can't see me doing). Went through a quick search, but I'm pretty sure it got kicked under a table or someone just walked off with it.

It only cost me like...$8. But still. On principle, I cannot stand to see a book lost or damaged. Throwing a book away is anathema. I love books, not only for content but also for their corporeal state. A book is a book...its not just a bunch of pieces of paper. The compilation of them mean something. So losing one has not put me in a good mood.

I guess I'll have to buy another copy tomorrow. Must get back to studying now.

Excelsior.