Fri, 22 Aug 2003
On vacation
I got the novel off to Tor. Then I fell over. Not physically,
I hasten to add, but metaphorically -- I am completely
drained, not to put too fine a point on it. Knackered.
Exhausted. Written out. Supposed to be working on a
collaboration with Cory, but ... well, we'll see if I recover
in the next week or two. I should have been doing my accounts
this week -- instead, I've been slacking. Or recovering. Or
something.
(Obligatory whine: my Powerbook has developed a hairline crack
in the case. I am hoping Apple are willing to repair this
under AppleCare (it's under warranty) -- as a separate
component the chunk of titanium in question sells for $250 a
pop.)
On Tuesday we're heading for Torcon, the world SF convention
(which this year is held in Toronto). Our travel agent
finally surfaced and the lost tickets have, in principle, been
sorted. (Collect replacements from Lufthansa desk on day of
travel. Yeah, right.)
I am wondering where the hell my copy of Sid Meier's Alpha
Centauri for Linux has gotten to. Haven't played it in years,
but as I'm taking the ultra-teeny Linux laptop to Canada
instead of the cracked Mac, and feeling burned out, a good
long game would seem like the right thing to take. Except I
can't find it. Fume. I wonder if they'll port Sims 2.0 to
Linux? (The Sims for Linux is due out this month, but without
any of the expansion packs it's likely to be a bit arse.)
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