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Why is my blog called Inhuman Swill? Because you can unscramble the pieces to make William Shunn.
            

I forgot to report my Friday subway adventure! Friday afternoon I left the office at 4:45, but I didn't make it home until nearly 7:00 pm. Seems most all of the underground subway lines leading into Queens were flooded in the thunderstorms.

My usual 6 station was jam-packed with non-commuting commuters, so I walked over to Herald Square to catch the R home. I took a Q instead since it turned out that R was terminating at Times Square, and E, R, and V trains weren't running to Queens. At 57th Street I went topside to try to call Laura and warn her to take the N or W. But by the time I got back down to the platform, the N and W were shut down as well. I took the Q back downtown to Times Square and set off for the 7 train.

A huge crowd was trying to fit down the tiny staircase to the 7 platform in the bowels of the station, like sand in an hourglass, so I slipped down to the 2/3 platform and took a shortcut down to the 7 platform that apparently almost no one else knows about. I managed to get onto the least crowded 7 train, and the one that left first. The crowd on the platform at Grand Central, though, was truly terrifying in its vastness, and one woman was yelling at everyone on the train to move to the center of the car or else be responsible for tragedy in the station. People packed in so tight that I (being a good citizen in the middle of the car) almost could not get out at Queenborough Plaza.

I probably could have caught an N shuttle to Ditmars at Queensborough Plaza, but by the time I realized this I was down at street level and walking toward home. As I got close to the 39th Street station, I decided to try again and ascended to the N platform. Laura and I had been calling each other back and forth but for some reason not catching each other. She was walking home from midtown, and up on the platform I got a message from her saying she had just made it over the bridge. After ten minutes or so, no train had materialized, so I threw in the towel, descended again to the street, and kept walking.

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Weekend update

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It was a jam-packed weekend. Most critically, I finished the long overdue final draft of a novelette called "Not of This Fold," which is about Mormon missionaries and alien first contact. That goes into the mail today, and means I can get back to my novel Inclination. The goal is to finish the first draft of that by the end of the summer, so I can finally shave this beard off.

Saturday night, Laura and I went to a dinner party in Brooklyn with some friends we don't see often enough and who are now moving to Maryland. Why didn't we hang out more??? Because we're bad people.

Ella spent last week doped up on an anti-inflammatory because of a slight limp in her right hind leg. She still occasionally pulls up the leg and hops along on three legs for a few steps, but otherwise we don't see much sign of the limp. Still, she goes in for X rays today to see if there's anything to be seen. The poor fuzzball will have to be sedated. Our Maryland-bound friend's guide dog recently was treated for Lyme disease, so we're also going to have the vet check for that.

I got my hair bleached and cut yesterday, and also spent some time recording future Accidental Terrorist chapters for my podcast. Plus, I squeezed in a viewing of the French film Irréversible, which is probably the most profoundly disturbing movie I've seen1.

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My nice ergonomic office chair just got taken out from under me! Now I'm sitting in a folding chair! My desk is a little too high! Damn, this hurts my back.

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General Upper Yankee

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Via [info]steelbrassnwood:

Your Linguistic Profile::
55% General American English
20% Upper Midwestern
20% Yankee
0% Dixie
0% Midwestern
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Erasing my hard work

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Like memory structures being erased in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, the office where I work is slowly being stripped to the bare walls around me whilst I continue to do my job. I'll be here coding away until 5:00 pm, when they come to take my computer away.

Madison Avenue, ho!

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The perfect man

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Lauren McLaughlin has a science fiction short story, "The Perfect Man," in today's Salon. (An ad view may be required for full access.)

Way to go, Lauren!

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Ella's motivational poster

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ENNUI - click for motivational poster
Via John Scalzi:

Ella has a motivational poster!

Make your own motivational poster here.

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I'm made out of meat

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Via [info]gregvaneekhout:

You Are Pork
You like to think you're the other white meat, but many people don't want anything to do with you. You probably smoke. And it's likely that no body part of yours is off limits.
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Horrorshow!

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Geoff Landis just emailed me the URL to a Russian SF bibliography site I'd never seen before. Apparently I have a Russian translation I didn't know about, "С НАШЕЙ ТОЧКИ ЗРЕНИЯ МЫ ВСЕ СДВИНУЛИСЬ ВЛЕВО," besides the one I already did.

Well, how about that? Spasibo, Geoff.

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Sláinte!

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Laura and I were out slow-walking Ella (who is having a bit of trouble with her right hind leg) last night when we stopped so an older man on a front stoop could pet the dog. When he spoke, he was almost incomprehensible.

As we continued on our way, I said to Laura, "Sometimes I regret the fact that I will never grow up to become a drunken old Irishman."

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