It Feels Like...

...Summer. I've got all the doors and windows open to warm up the house. It's nearly 80F out there, and is supposed to be hotter tomorrow. I generally wear a blanket around the house even in the most extreme of summer, but I've been able to go without most of today. There's a relatively small band of temperature at which I'm comfortable. This house rarely gets up high enough to hit that band.

I've been trying to piece together a linkblog, but having trouble focusing my mind enough to do it. I'm in a fog today, and when I get like this it's rare for me to be able to string together sentences. I won't tell you how long it's taken to write this much. I'm personally appalled.

Awhile back, Larry Young sent me a great book that I mean to do a proper review for someday, but I want to mention it now. It's called The Last Sane Cowboy & Other Stories and it's by Daniel Merlin Goodbrey. The problem with it is that it blew my mind. The book connected to me on a fundamental level with the very first story, "I Bleed Scorpions". And while none of the other stories hit me as hard, they all hit me. So if you've got a chance to check it out, please do. Maybe it'll blow your mind too.

I really haven't got anything to say on all the latest comic book news. Whatever I had to say has been said better by someone else. If I ever get that linkblog done, I'll link to some of those better statements.

This Saturday's Doctor Who, "Human Nature", was excellent. I screencapped a page of John Smith's book. I wish we could see the whole book in detail.

There's a good breeze outside. I can see the cottonwood seeds drifting like snow around the neighborhood. There's a distant siren, ambulance or fire, and the rev of someone's car engine down the block. I can hear children playing somewhere nearby. And the birds in our trees are making their usual lovely racket. I wish I could focus. I can't help but feel disabled when I'm like this. How can a person spend two hours writing and still say nothing?