yendi

Sep. 10th, 2002

So, in light of yesterday's anthrax scare, all mail service at Emory has now been suspended. Oh joy. Makes me feel real good about working here. We're definitely not passing by the CSC on the way home tomorrow.

The good:

We had the interview with the student worker, and it looks like she'll kick ass. And I've been re-reading Roger Zelazny's Jack of Shadows, and finding it even better now than the first three times I read it. I believe A Night in the Lonesome October will be next on my Zelazny re-read parade.

The bad:

At lunch, my throat started getting sore, and has remained so. Worse, at about 12:30, I was struck (as it, it felt like a bolt from the blue) with some sort of massive depression. It hasn't gone away either, although it's settled into a nice rut. And I've started to develop a dull pain in my lower back. I'm opting for the voodoo doll possibility.

The ugly: Um. Can't think of anything that's happened today that fits this bill. I suppose I could lift up my shirt and look at my gut, which ain't exactly pretty. Then again, I ate a healthy salad at lunch, so I'm not really down on my own appearance. Fuck it. No ugly today then. Clint Eastwood fans can file complaints at the appropriate office.

I just had a woman stop by my cube and tell me, "I love your Thrakkorzog."

I just had to post that.

Current Mood: amused

So, I'm tracking down some info on Zelazny, and I found the following link:

http://www.wildsidepress.com/jgb.htm

For the record, Zelazny had stated numerous times that he'd never want anyone else writing the Amber universe. But according to Neil Gaiman's weblog, Zelazny's estate is administered by someone who apparently doesn't care a whit about his wishes (and no, I don't think it's Jane Lindskold -- I get the impression it's a blood relative).

This is wrong. On so many damned levels. Betancourt isn't capable of writing these characters. Few writers are. And the ones who are wouldn't stoop that low.