I’m down tonight, and there’s no really good reason. Perhaps I’m getting the flu. Or maybe it’s the wet, cold weather (which I’d consider wonderfully atmospheric if I were in Bergen or London).
I was delighted and amazed at the number of people who immediately joined my new Facebook group (nearly 30 last time I looked). I honestly expected maybe a dozen, tops. So that felt very good.
It is in my nature, though, to respond to every positive experience in a Newtonian fashion, with an equal and opposite reaction.
I got a look at the map for the new book today, and it’s very handsome indeed. The artist approached the actual locations of places with more of an eye to composition than to strict geographical accuracy, though, and I figured we’d have to fight with him some more. But he seems more amenable to revision in this area, which is a comfort.
Anyway, thanks to all of you who joined the Facebook group, many of whom are readers of this blog. It does mean a lot to me, and I’ll try to make it worth regular visits.
I’ll bet I’m getting the flu. Or maybe Ebola.
You suck! You’re a terrible writer, and nobody will ever join your facebook group, or read any of your books!
Did that cheer you up? I don’t normally abuse people I like, verbally or otherwise, but if it would help you I can come up with more insults. Or is the Newtonian fashion limited to positive experiences?
Thank you sir! May I have another?
No! You are not worthy of my abuse!
Maybe it’s time to dig up the Shakespearean Insulter again … maybe even invent a new Newtonian one. That would be fun!
Chapman: WHAT DO YOU WANT?
Palin: Well, I was told outside that…
Chapman: Don’t give me that, you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings!
Palin: What?
Chapman: Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type really makes me puke, you vacuous, coffee-nosed, maloderous, pervert!!!
Palin: Look, I CAME HERE FOR AN ARGUMENT, I’m not going to just stand…!!
Chapman: OH, oh I’m sorry, but this is abuse.
Palin: Oh, I see, well, that explains it.
Chapman: Ah yes, you want room 12A, Just along the corridor.
My 2nd favorite Python routine, right after “The Cheese Shop,” which seems to me to be a (probably unwitting) allegory of postmodernism.
But Palin doesn’t get the argument room at first, does he. He goes to Assault or Battery or something and gets hit over the head with a mallet.