Life around the Lizard Ranch has been entertaining as of late. I just finished a jobhunt, snagging a job that pays less than my old one but promises to keep me from screaming. I spent a weekend at ExotiCon in New Orleans last month, and had so much fun that I'm still walking funny. Best of all, the new issue of Sci-Fi Universe just saw print, and it's heartening to realize that out of five printed letters to the editor, four of 'em bitch about my column.
Life is sweet.
Life hasn't been all that great for poor Velvet Delorey. Seeing as how my enforced joblessness kept me from issuing her a paycheck, she's been trying to get her Microsoft certification certificate, so I keep dropping off information on the new iMac in her mailbox. If she gives me any more grief, I either withhold the newest issue of Transmetropolitan until she stops crying, or I threaten her with the announcement of the new Velvet Delorey action figures recently issued by Sovereign Media. Velvet's been a mess the most, though, because of the circumstances in her native Canada. As a rule, we Americans are an incredibly self-centered bunch of narcissistic fartknockers.