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I have Bacchus in too many different versions (three of Immortality Isn't Forever alone!), I just can't justify another one, but my Alec is all over the place - DeeVee's, trades (one of which I only bought a few weeks ago, grrrr), reprints in the back of Bacchus etc.  

An omnibus must be mine!  If ever a body of work needed a good showcase, it's Alec.

Outstanding!  And I'll be upgrading to that new Alec collection too.

An Innocent Man...brutal prison drama featuring...Tom Selleck

Yeah, a surprisingly good movie that.  Though why I watched it in the first place I have no idea.  I suppose his 'tache is kind of cute.

Think how useful those things would have been at Waco.  They could have carried fire bombs right into the buildings!  

Christ though, the idea of a half dozen of those things skittering and whirring while crossing rubble barricades into your camp/stronghold/safehouse at night... brrrr.  I suppose it's a good thing they're too expensive to carry an explosive payload.  Because the military would never spend loads on money on an outrageously expensive one-shot delivery system, would they now?

No 5 from Short Circuit

The one with the giant killing laser strapped to his shoulder?

Roarin' Rick has had a bigger version of one of those stomping about Afbaghistan in Army@Love for several months now...

Link: http://www.rickveitch.com/" target="_blank">Dream on

Did you go to college in Sligo by any chance Tordelback.

Sadly, no, but I did three years of post-grad fieldwork in Tireragh (the bit between Killala Bay and Aughris, around Easky, Rathlee and Dromore West), which was probably one of the best times of my life.

Your car crash story makes me shudder.

Yes, I was sort of thinking Logan might be along to trump us all six ways to Tuesday...  as soldier's life is terribly hard, says Alice.

One January, I got very, very drunk in a pub in deepest Sligo (owner asked us to put money in the till and close the door behind us, and went to bed). I was cycling the three miles home, and had a large bag of turf strapped to my back carrier.  On exiting the pub at about 3am, I attempted to cycle the bike.  It wasn't going to happen.  I elected to stagger.  

When I opened my eyes, I was looking directly at a rapidly flowing river some 30 feet below.  I had apparently passed out hanging over the stone side of a bridge over the deeply cut limestone gorge of the Dunneill River.  I was about half way home, it was 6am and I was absolutely freezing cold, colder than I have ever been before or since.  I commenced a staggering run, pushing my frost-covered fallen bicycle the remaining distance home, to my solitary unheated digs (hence the turf) and tried to get warm by putting all my clothes on and jumping around in my sleeping bag.  

It was about that time I noticed that everything looked a bit blurry.  I had lost my glasses.  Still drunk, and still in the dark, I panicked, dropped the sleeping bag and cycled back to the bridge.  No sign of the glasses.  In despair, I leant on the bridge edge and peered down into the river.  There they were, hanging from one arm on a power/telecoms cable slung below the bridge.  

Definitely drunk and probably not a little hypothermic, I hooked one arm over the bridge, and lowered myself within grabbing reach.  Hanging by one hand, 30 feet over the rocky river, in the dark, in the frost, pissed.  Somehow I snagged the glasses and hauled myself back up. I put the glasses on.  Everything was still blurry.  And then I realised why I had stopped at the bridge earlier.  They were covered with puke.

Awwgh, all thumbs this morning.  That last post should have read:

What a pity - one of my favourites. The Fountains of Paradise is one of the best SF novels of all time, and the original Rama is no slouch either.  A shared love of the brilliant short Summertime on Icarus is one of the reasons I first realised my good woman was so absolutely perfect for me.  

You only have to pick up a modern SF novel or short story to see his direct influence - from skyhooks to first contact situations, and the likely realities of space travel.  And that's not to even mention his effects in the real world.

When we do get off this rock (and we will) we'll be doing it with his ideas in our heads.

What a pity - one of my favourites.  The Fountains of Paradise is one of the best SF novels of all time, and the effects.  

When we do get off this rock (and we will) we'll be doing it with his ideas in our heads.

I was only messing about suggesting Enzyme was in The Incredibles (that was, of course, Syndrome).  I do think you guys have done a great job with production - but I suspect I'm not really the target audience.

Well, there's some lovely art in there, and a lot of attention to design, even if the story really isn't my thing.  You have to love a villain(?) called Enzyme.  Wasn't he in The Incredibles?

Well, there's that and the foundation of the entire Anne Riceverse being the Egyptian queen Akasha as the mother of all vampires, through the evil spirit Amel entering her body as she died and preventing her soul leaving her body....

I talk too much.

Sad to report, I chuckled at the "take them from the rear" TV commercial  over the weekend.  But then I am a card-carrying fuckwit.