rambly hangovers edition

Nothing like messing around with your template for an hour, then deciding just to leave it as is because everything goes completely screwy when changed. Maybe I'll try again later if I'm feeling better... your faithful Bond Girl is a bit under the weather today. (Whereas, I'd much rather be on top of it, like Storm.)

Speaking of templates, because I was, I gave Mr. Rowe a pretty new one that I now firmly believe I should have kept for my own. He's posted the first of a series of entries teasing the contents of Say... have you heard this one?, starting with poet Peg Duthie*. Go see what it's about. (And then subscribe, if you haven't already -- zines aren't free, you know!) I'll be posting an excerpt from my very first Say... review column sometime soon.

Speaking of Say... contributors, because just look up there, Chance Morrison and Dave Schwartz have added their answers to the what kind of reader you are discussion. Now I have to figure out a next entry for the LBC that will yield the same fabulous results. I appreciate the comments of all who divulged their proclivities.

Speaking of proclivities, because I just did (seriously look up there), David Moles weighs in on the experimental fiction discussion started by Dan Green (?), likely setting off another debateful tempest.

Speaking of tempests, because I can not stop speaking of, the Ruminator interviews Fran Lebowitz. (Via Moorish Girl.)

Speaking of brilliance, Ms. Fowler is on the road lots over the next couple of months. Is she coming to a bookshop near you? (She's coming to ours, yay!)

I'm going to make like George now and lie down. More later.

*Thanks to the person who alerted me to my doltish mistake.