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Larry Hammer ([personal profile] larryhammer) wrote2009-11-04 12:58 pm
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"Sometimes they wake in the middle of the night / at the same time, giving each other a fright"

Back from WFC, and while I did write something of what happened, it's so small a slice as to misrepresent the whole -- making me dubious even of linking to that. Though I will say, in a fantasy context I found myself oddly reluctant to mention A Desert Year (to use the working title), and that because of a chance comment from someone, I opened the file of "Seven Myrmidons Against Thebes" and discovered that, indeed, the point the draft started going wrong was further back than I thought, and started making notes against the several stanzas to be junked or deferred.

So instead of con reportage, I have linkage. Though for that last, contra the writer I think "fangirl" is the appropriate term in this case.

---L.

[identity profile] asakiyume.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
73 moon missions?! That's amazing. And a beautiful diagram.

but I’m a minor character over the age of 40! Hahahaha! Loved that.

[identity profile] asakiyume.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Now I really want an autotrebuchet

For your birthday, maybe.

I also read the one on the "Bwee Sainu," as they call it in Japan. In the comments was a rather mordantly humorous remark: Don’t be silly. We all know that it means “we owe you two nukes”

[identity profile] janni.livejournal.com 2009-11-05 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Of course, he got a trebuchet for his birthday just a few years back.

Some people are never satisfied ...

[identity profile] asakiyume.livejournal.com 2009-11-05 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
And if you get him an autotrebuchet, you just know that in a year's time he's going to want a chromium-plated one.

[identity profile] asakiyume.livejournal.com 2009-11-05 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
The enemy will never even know you've laid siege until its too late