Inhuman Swill : Page 144
Why is my blog called Inhuman Swill? Because you can unscramble the pieces to make William Shunn.

How to dismantle an atomic bomb

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Laura just called me to say, "Do you have any desire to drop everything and go to a free U2 concert for MTV in Dumbo*?"

Sadly, the answer was yes, but the ability was no.


* Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass—a Brooklyn neighborhood, for you outtatowners.
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Notice to tenants

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The building will be closed on Thursday and Friday november 25th & 26th. In observance of the holiday.

There will be a guard posted in the lobby in the event of an emergency please notify security.

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if I looking for frog

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The wolf deferred

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The building where WBAI has offices had a fire this week. Apparently no one was hurt, but repairs to the building are slow. This means my guest spot on Hour of the Wolf will be postponed for two weeks. More info as we get closer.

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Café des Hommards

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Speaking of Fowler, I hadn't visited Lobster-guy for a while. Always good to see him.

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Theme meme

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Kifed from [info]curmudgeon:

My journal is called _____ because _____.
My subtitle is _____ because _____.
My friends page is called _____ because _____.
My username is ____ because _____.
My default userpic is _____ because _____.

My journal is called "Bilmo's Log" because I somehow acquired the nickname Bilmo (Muppet-in-waiting) while I worked at Sesame Street, and because "Bilmo's Log" sounds vaguely pornographic.

My subtitle is "A Journal of Thought and Other Indiscretions" because I'm a big fan of facile irony. (Wait, is it still irony if recent events have proven it true?)

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This morning before breakfast I wrote the last thousand words or so of what I believe is the final draft of a novella called "Inclination." What a relief. This story, which I think might be my best but was just a bit off, has been hanging over my head for the better part of two years. This weekend I'll read it aloud to my wife, and if it gets the LSA (Laura's Stamp of Approval) it will go out in Monday's mail.

This story looms large for me. It's the, believe it or not, only piece of solo fiction I've written from scratch (and completed) in the past two years. I've sold and published a bunch of stories in that time, some to the best markets and notices of my career, but those were without exception older trunk stories that I held up to the light, looked at from a new angle, polished up, and sold. A couple of them were more than ten years old. After a run like that, a body starts to wonder if he's capable of coming up with any new that's worth reading.

I've known generally what I needed to do to this story for a few months, but I just hadn't been able to sit down and do it. When I finally did, it only took me a few hours overall, spread out over three or four days. Shoulda started sooner.

"Inclination" is set in the same future milieu as my earlier novelette "Dance of the Yellow-Breasted Luddites," and shares one character. And I'm happy to say that it's yearning to be a novel, which means there's still some lead in my pencil after all.

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Hack early and hack often

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Chuck Herrin guides you step by step through how to hack the vote.

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A delightful little animated GIF that's making the rounds:

Wait, are we sure those aren't Donald Rumsfeld and Colin Powell in tuxedos?

UPDATE: By the way, upon closer inspection, it looks to me as if the penguin on the right was added to the video after the fact. The right penguin is unnaturally still but for its wing, the two penguins' shadows are of different colors and sharpnesses, the right penguin's shadow doesn't change when it raises its wing, and the ice under the hapless penguin's foot breaks an instant before the other penguin smacks it.

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Eyes wide closed

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Eyes dilated ... can barely read....

Why can I never remember how absolutely dumb it is to schedule an eye exam first thing in the morning?

Just about all I can do is sit here at the office listening to Air America on the web. Al Franken is interviewing Jimmy Carter, and I hate to say it but Franken is being annoying as hell.

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