Wizards of the Coast (D&D) are looking for a book editor

You can find the details here:

http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/cgi-bin/displayJob.pl?job_no=6968

I have fond memories of playing D&D in my high school years. My main character, Hotspur, was a warrior named after Shakespeare’s Henry “Hotspur” Percy in Henry IV, Part I. Like his namesake, I tended to charge forward without always thinking things through, like are there orcs hiding in the next room. Lots of fun. Konowa, I suspect, is a continuation of that impulsiveness, although perhaps a bit tempered with age.

Cheers,

Chris

Heading to London in December

When I know the precise dates and places I’ll be I’ll post them, but at the moment my best guess is I’ll be in London for a few days in early December. The trip is going to be a bit of a makeup for the trip I was going to take in April to the London Book Fair. That trip was canceled because someone forgot to toss a virgin into the volcano in Iceland. Hmmm, maybe Iceland is out of virgins. It is pretty cold there so I imagine a lot of snuggling goes on hence the scarcity of virginal candidates for chucking. In case Iceland is out there is chaste Republican senatorial candidate Christine O’Donnell. Apparently not only is she a virgin, she dabbled in witchcraft and Satan worship in her youth so if we toss her in we’d be getting a two-fer.

Multi-grain blue berry pancakes are my new drug

Lest you think I’m a recovering addict my old drug was French Toast. Most mornings I go with scrambled eggs or a bowl of Cheerios and fresh fruit, but when I crave something with a little more personality I’m drawn to those pancakes. Actually, it’s singular. I order just one. I don’t know what it’s like where you live, but here (and I think most of North America) ordering pancakes results in about two pounds of breakfast which is more than I can eat. There was a time in the not too distant past where I would have made a valiant (some might say idiotic) attempt to eat everything put before me and rolled out of the diner a wafer-thin mint away from exploding. Now, I am actually able to just say no.

All things chocolate, however, have yet to be tamed.

My laundry has been assimilated. Fabric softner is futile.

If you aren’t a fan of Star Trek and are unfamiliar with the Borg and their cubes of death then you probably don’t think this is nearly as humorous as I do. Of course, you could be a huge fan of Star Trek and know everything there is to know about the Borg and still not find this as humorous as I do in which case you’re wrong. Cubed laundry is universally funny.