Roman types

Last night, my wife dreamed that she was an extra in TV show "Rome". in a scene that involved James Purefoy. At some point she noticed that one slave was fixing a typewriter with a screwdriver so, being who she is, Sue exclaimed that there were no typewriter in Ancient Rome. Everybody got mad at her for disrupting the reality of the show. Then Nazis broke into the story.

shopping sightings

We ran some errands today. Our cashier's shirt was open at the collar, enough for us to see "Live Long and Prosper" tattooed across her chest.

a leader of angels

Yesterday, I was declared a leader of angels. Sort of. At the monthly meeting of the local SF club, one of the activities was a game of Transwarp, the club's variation on Trivial Pursuit. The contest consisted of three teams of three people. The one I was with also consisted of Patricia Rogers and Kathy Kubica. This lineup caused great trepidation among the other teams so, when we were asked to choose a name for ours, I suggested "Juggernaut". Kathy and Pat instead went for "Serge's Angels" and who am I to argue with ladies? How well did we do? Our score was over 3000. Our closest competition had about 900. Bwahahahah!!!

Seriously though, that name was tongue-in-cheek, but it was a nice gesture.

Early today, I was watering plants in the backyard when I heard a strange sound. I looked up and saw a hangglider puttputting its way across the sky. This afternoon, Page One had a book signing (organized by Bubonicon co-chair Craig Chrissinger) for Wild Cards novel "Fort Freak" by some of its authors - Melinda Snodgrass, Vic Milan, John Jos Miller and George RR Martin. After that... We had five minutes of rain, the second time this year that the sky has opened up in Albuquerque.

Tomorrow will probably involve my chopping off dead cacti and my carting the remains off to the dump. Then there should be much reading, along with the ingestion of much coffee.

A very nice weekend.