Each month, I’m writing a short (<1000 word) story for the Wee Small Hours contest that Hellnotes is sponsoring. If the story doesn't win, I'm posting it on my web page as free content. This month's non-winner is Starting Small, which you can read by clicking on the title.
Continuing with my Lost marathon. I got to the end of the episode with Sawyer and the persistent boar last night. I should be completely back up to speed by the time the show debuts for the second season next week. There was a good article in USA Today yesterday that has some teasers and mild spoilers for season 2.
I haven’t bought many new CDs lately–the most recent was probably the Fountains of Wayne double CD set–but I read a good review of Paul McCartney’s new one so I added it to my Amazon basket. Several years ago, my wife left my daughter in charge of getting the candles for my birthday cake, and she bought the kind that you can’t blow out. A few minutes after they were lit, the flames all sort of coalesced into one big flame and the cake icing started to bubble as if boiling. Now, there weren’t as many candles as there should have been—I shudder to think of how things would have turned out if there had—but I had to go into the kitchen to get some tongs and a pot of water to pull the candles out of the cake and douse ’em. One of my gifts that year was the new McCartney album: Flaming Pie, so we joked that I got Flaming Pie and Flaming Cake both.
Finished off the writing essay to the editor’s satisfaction this morning—I love it when I get great editorial feedback—and nearly completed two book reviews for CD. My deadline for issue 54 is tomorrow. I’ll get my column and the reviews off my desk; then I can get back to concentrating on Missing Persons, which I have been neglecting for a couple of weeks.
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