New Heinlein novel!
New to us, anyway. Bibliarchaeologists have discovered a copy of a novel Robert Heinlein wrote even before “Lifeline” had been published; “For Us, the Living” had been deemed too racy for publication in the 1930’s, and the few people who had known of the novel believed all copies of the manuscript destroyed.
Since the manuscript’s rediscovery, Heinlein’s estate has approved publication. I can’t help but think that this is likely to be higher quality than the usual “we found an outline under the sofa and the author’s kid ghost-wrote it” that SF and fantasy sees all too often. (Even Anne McCaffrey, who ain’t dead yet, is going to do that this year.)
Now, as long as we can keep Paul Verhoeven from making a movie of it…
Who Quizzes
According to Doctor Who quizzes posted by snidegrrl and rattrap, I am the “Patrick Troughton” incarnation of the Doctor, and I have a secret crush on his companion “Zoe Herriot.”
Kind of amusing, since I’ve never seen an episode with Zoe (not counting the “Five Doctors” reunion), and little more of the Second Doctor. I think I saw half of “The War Games”, and the “Three Doctors” and “Five Doctors” reunions he was in.
But yeah, Zoe did have good taste in clothes 🙂
Oh, look, there I am.
Well, at least I made a televised appearance at the VTSFFC booth for Club Showcase day.
Yes, that’s me as Dallas Powers, with henchmen. Henchwomen. Henchpersons?
Now I’m just wondering what the heck is written across me on the screen…
Days of Labor
Quite a long weekend. A pretty good one in a lot of ways, but long nevertheless.
Thursday, raininva left for DragonCon to do some contracting for WizKids. Thursday night, after my afternoon nap, I yanked half of my office out into the living room for sorting and re-arrangement. I ended up with a huge plastic storage tub full of gaming stuff that I don’t want to get rid of, but I don’t have room for in the office. That went to the storage along with another tub of loose items; several empty boxes that were just wasting cubic went to the trash, along with two bags full of stuff that just wasn’t doing anyone any good.
