tales in the pipe

My wife has two novellas coming out in anthologies in January, and one novel in early March, so I've been working offline on her site's code all evening. Tired. A good kind of tired. Still, time to go to bed.

Shy?

There's this project here at the office that had been on hold for a few weeks because the other group wasn't able to provide a test file. They finally did yesterday so I immediately ran the file thru my process. Which failed. Some of the data is wrong. I mentionned this to our eager user, who asked me if I had told the other group. My response?

"Oh yeah! Have I ever been shy about communicating? :-)"

Enough of my emails have cluttered her mailbox for nearly a decade for her to know what I meant. To make sure though, I thought it best to add the smiley face.

guilty pleasures

I was going to have this entry be about Guilty Pleasures. One of them is 1979's dreadful movie The Black Hole.



To be honest, it is more guilty than it is a pleasure. But it has a John Barry score that I like quite a bit, and it can actually be distinguished from what I've heard of his that he wrote after Somewhere in Time.

My guilty pleasures are, like I said above, what I had originally intended to talk about, but in the process of putting this together, I realized that I must have someone else's guilty pleasure, conceived on Turkey Day in 1954.

Yes, I am the love child of Maximilian Schell!