Bookstore crawl

Last night, after wanting to go all week, I headed to Avenue Victor Hugo to buy used books to read on the airplane... and got there 3 minutes after it closed. I did my sniveling quickly and efficiently ("shit... shit!!"), then headed across the street to Trident, where I pretty handily found ( a book for me, a book for HLM )

and the current issue of mental_floss, which I've been meaning to try out. (Yes, they do have an underscore in their name but not their URL. Yes, that is odd.)

I had weird dreams, apparently, because I woke up wondering "why is it called bar-hopping but pub crawling? Are pubs that much slower?" which is a good question but not one I usually think about in my sleep. Ah well, I'm feeling pretty sane now. Had a good lifting session yesterday, and today's my last day at work before vacation, which means last chance to leave code in a reasonable state. Okay, I'm on it, I'm on it. :)

Scary moment

I had a scary moment just now. I was browsing Amazon lists of (for the most part) short works of dark fantasy, and thinking I wanna do that someday. Then I was thinking about it and realized that I do in fact have one good novella idea (which exists as a long short story), at least two other good short story ideas (notes and drafts) and two completed short-shorts.

I could do it if I really wanted to, if I cared enough and if I had the nerve. I could write a book that isn't poetry. Hrrrrrrrmmmm...? Why am I thinking about this now? I hope it's not, like, a Calling. Those take a lot of time and effort. :o