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Vengeance Rampant

I thought I'd take a break from self-imposed blog exile to sound the horn about the imminent release of My First Book. "Book," if you can find it in your heart/brain/gizzard to call something that uses pictures as well as words to tell a story. I do, but my traditional definition of "book" as anything bound has proved awkward on my inspection visits to jungle prisons.

And "First," if you don't count that YA romance anthology that I somehow ended up in. And, of course, the "My" only makes sense if you overlook the fact that I only *CO* wrote the words, and someone else entirely did the pictures.

So...if there's anyone out there who comes to this blog who doesn't first stop by my wife's site (and who wouldn't? she updates that thing with new content like every two hours), the book is called "Rapunzel's Revenge," and you should go out and buy it now. Or pre-order it, anyway. They moved up the publication date to this Monday or something. Soon. I'm not sure why. I think the publisher got nervous about that big London Times piece about how the book's text is one giant anagram of a Middle English translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls.

It's totally not, though. That's just ridiculous. I don't know why journalists make up stuff like that.

Still, you should get the book and find out for yourself. Don't take my word for it.

And if you want more info, Shannon has a cornucopia of it here.

Summer Re-Run

Because I’m apparently on vacation from the blog for the summer, I thought I would at least do what tv shows do when they run out of material. A flashback! Just film two new minutes of characters saying “Gee, you remember when...”

So, back in the early days of the blog (and my current job), I noticed our meeting rooms had little sheets of paper mounted on the walls with the rules of the room, so I went ahead and made rules of my own, and posted them in the place of the official ones. So click on the link for the re-run.

The two new minutes of material?

< This blurry cameraphone photo.

Here we are, lo these many years later, and my rules are still there. Being obeyed, too, as far as I can tell.