Found a quote from my Globe piece awhile back here. Funny where you end up.
Watched the England/Portugal game. Wayne Rooney is a thug and got what he deserved. Portugal made me ill with their constant diving and screaming for mommy, but the better team did win. I will now support Portugal, only because of the histrionics.
Received an email from Tad--his DC Comic comes out this month, called The Next. He sent me the whole synopsis about a year ago, and I read through it: it should be a hit with people who currently enjoy Runaways--like me. He has a great artist, and he gets to play with Superman. He also said he's sending up his latest collection of short stories, so I look forward to that. He makes me feel lazy, but also reminds me that sometimes, just sometimes, being a writer works out.
I have changed the title of my novel from The Devil Wore Linux to something even more original. It is now called....wait for it...
...still waiting?....MY FIRST NOVEL.
You just can't buy that type of genius.
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Apropos to your DC discussion, have you seen this pointless ramble?
You're right, it is funny where you end up. But outdoor garden sheds in downtown Toronto? If previous experience with 'moose statues' provide any lessons for us now, this can only end badly.
Is it just me or does France have one of the ugliest-looking teams at the Cup? Seriously, they all look emaciated and hollowed-out. Maybe Brazil does just does that to you...
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