www.violetbooks.com is all moved
paghat
here. The Big Move from one side of
Puget Sound to the other was a lot
harder & more time consuming than
I imagined, & every muscle in my
body aches from all the labor.
It took until this morning to get all
the shelving up & all of Violet
Books' stock back in alphabetical
order. (that doesn't include the REST
of the house, which is still only half
unpacked). With so much more
room than previously Violet Books
should all run a lot more smoothly
than previously, but during this
resettling period I've gotten
hopelessly behind responding to
emails & requests for books. The
next two days I will be plodding
through emails, including some from
you guys, struggling to catch up.
And if anyone wants to visit, it will
now be possible, whether to look at
the Violet Books floor, or just hang
out for tea & crumpets. We don't
know a lot of people this side of the
Sound so anyone who can actually
make the trip out will certainly liven
things up for us.
We sanded & refinished some 800
square feet of wood floors; steamed
off hideous wallpaper & painted
walls; laid some tiles; & Rhonda is
right now painting the kitchen
multicolors. S-F writer Howard
Waldrop helped us move & helped
paint the basement, he worked
Really Hard it was amazing to see.
Another friend who just got out of a
dry-out clinic & not wanting to be
alone right now he has been helping
build shelves & hanging drywall & is
camping out on our carport a few
days -- hard-working guy helping us
for no personal gain but crabbing at
as now & then & slightly a pest. But
mostly Rhonda & I have been doing
everything ourselves & we've gotten
too old & fat for all this to be easy
on our asses.
On other fronts, I have received the
galleys for my Ghost Story Press
collection GHOST STORIES OF A
MELANCHOLIC. So that progresses
slowly but surely. Almost
simultaneously received galleys for
the new corrected edition of THE
GOLDEN NAGINATA. In case you
missed it, my novel THE
DISFAVORED HERO was released a
few weeks ago from Pacific
Warriors. This is an extensively
revised & corrected edition of the
book issued by Ace Books with
howling typos in as TOMOE
GOZEN. A numbered & signed 500
copy limited edition hardcover is
available from the publisher or from
me via www.violetbooks.com for
$49.95 postpaid, or the trade pb for
$16 postpaid. If you haven't bought
one from me already, please do, as I
need a few extra pennies in my
tragically drained coffers. Info on
this edition & a bit about the new
residence can be found at my
website's "Annoucements" page.
I'm going to TRY to have the next
Violet Books catalog in the mail mid-
month, because this move has just
has just about busted me & I need to
sell some books. I've gotten two
extraordinary purchases of books
since the last print catalog, including
much from the Sam Moskowitz
collection.
You can email me at
hau...@violetbooks.com and I'll
send you the new phone number
(which I've not put on the net of
course).
I love our new house & when all the
essentials are in place to live a little
less hectically, I expect to have a
grand time exploring some of the
greenest & least altered areas
remaining on this planet in the heart
of the Olympic Rain Forest. I've lost
easy access to foreign cinema by
leaving Seattle, but rediscovering the
fact that Washington is the
Evergreen State rather than the
Skyscrapers & Coffehouses State
seems a fair trade.
-Jessica
http://www.violetbooks.com
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Share what you know. Learn what you don't.
Robert Suggs
rat-infested (no offense) goat-stomach interior rather than
go to the trouble of moving somewhere better. Relocation,
being the way we begin and end life with womb and tomb,
is after all the ultimate horror. Sorry rbadac is living in your
garage now, but at least he helped with the little chores of
which he was mentally capable. The sooner you can get
him--the Kato Kaelin of usenet--moved back into the library
the better. I recommend putting a porch chop on a stick.
It worked for me. Looking forward to seeing the new catalog
and I'll be preparing my meager checkbook. I encourage
everyone to do the same.
Rob
Randy Money
traumatic -- or at least less ache-inducing.
Randy
rba...@hotmail.com
bid...@mindspring.com wrote:
Sorry rbadac is living in your
> garage now, but at least he helped with the little chores of
> which he was mentally capable. The sooner you can get
> him--the Kato Kaelin of usenet--moved back into the library
> the better. I recommend putting a pork chop on a stick.
> It worked for me.
I would like to announce publically that the above slanderous statement is
NOT TRUE.
Congrats on the new house, Jess ! Put up pictures on your site !
Another pork chop, Rob. And make it snappy.
rbadac
rbm...@library.syr.edu
rba...@hotmail.com wrote:
> In article <37817a60...@news.mindspring.com>,
> bid...@mindspring.com wrote:
>
> Sorry rbadac is living in your
> > garage now, but at least he helped with the little chores of
> > which he was mentally capable. The sooner you can get
> > him--the Kato Kaelin of usenet--moved back into the library
> > the better. I recommend putting a pork chop on a stick.
> > It worked for me.
>
> I would like to announce publically that the above slanderous
> statement is NOT TRUE.
>
> Congrats on the new house, Jess ! Put up pictures on your site !
>
> Another pork chop, Rob. And make it snappy.
>
> rbadac
No, no, rbadac, in Rob's original message it was "porch chop". I
mention this only because I cherish the image of you wandering around
with a tenderloin cut of veranda hanging around your neck.
Randy
(okay, okay, I admit at first I wondered if it was a new Jackie Chan
move)
rba...@hotmail.com
rbm...@library.syr.edu wrote:
> No, no, rbadac, in Rob's original message it was "porch chop". I
> mention this only because I cherish the image of you wandering around
> with a tenderloin cut of veranda hanging around your neck.
>
> Randy
> (okay, okay, I admit at first I wondered if it was a new Jackie Chan
> move)
Hooooooooo, boy !! How y'all are??
Today we got a extra-special treat. We gon' make a lil' dish dat is real
popular down heah-- some o' y'all might know what ahm talkin' at, it's bin a
Loosiana tradition since back before 1812 or aftuh... dis my gen-u-wine,
home-tested recipe foah makin' de authentic Cajun Porch Chop.
Now, I were real surprised to heah 'bout dis ghost-story bunch havin' heard
o' dis dish-- I din know ghosts ate much, an' I sure din tink dey et Cajun
food, but I been wrong befoah. Anyhow, dis is what you do, you take a good,
medium-sized porch lak de one I got heah, an' you make up some o' dis mix
heah, made outta breadcrumbs ('bout, oh, three or two dozen loaves o' bread
oughtta do it), a WHOLE bunch o' egg, some hot sauce, and some butta an'
lemon juice-- an' ahm gon' add a lil' WIIIINE, jus' a lil' bit now-- Hm.
Wonda whut happen to de res' of de bottle?-- den you take yoah porch an' you
roll it in dis mixture (Y'all might wanna git some o' yoah friens to help you
wit dis part, it 'bout as easy as introducin' a long-named duck to a
alligator), den you t'row her on in to a BIIIIIIIIG cast arn skillet an' you
fry her up all nice an' brown...ummmmmm, now, doan' dat pretty? Hooooooo !! I
ain't had a good porch chop dinner in I doan' know why !! Den you scoop her
out onta a plattuh-- dis here's a ol' pool liner o' mine, but y'all use
whatevea y'all kin find-- an' you garnish her wit parsley bushes-- see, I
done trimmed mine to look lak rockin' chairs-- and den you serve it on up wit
lemonade. Dis dish will make you de talk o' everone dat ain't too dead to
show up, I garontee !!
Course now you widdout a porch, so y'all might wanna do yoah settin' out on
de roof from naow on, but dat's awright, git you a mess o' crawdad an' git on
up dere an' enjoy de view... which remind me of a story ah heard obout dis
woman she call de po-lice won time, an' she say 'dere's dis man across de
way, he walkin' aroun' in his house wit all de lights on, and all de windas
open, an' *he ain't got no clothes on !!*' Well, de po-lice, dey come out
dere, an' dey look outta her winda, an' sho' enuf', dere's dat man walkin'
aroun' wit no clothes on, but de windas is too high, en dey kin only sees him
from about de chest up. So dey tell de woman, 'Ma'am, his windas is too high,
you can only see from him chest up.' Well, dat woman she say, 'Yeah, but if
you step up on dis box heah, you can see EVERYT'ING !!!'
Justin Wilson