Buffy ,'Lessons'
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A Silly Blue Drabble
It stares at him blankly.
It is solid in its obstinance. It has one function, and it does it by doing nothing.
No frantic drumming of the keys will budge it. No wrathful obsenities will peel it away and reveal the unsaved pages below, though by god he tries.
It resists bribery, threats, and coersion. It is implacable in its purpose, simply to be:
The Blue Screen of Death.
Hah!
Love that!
HA! Why do I think he's a twelve o'clock flasher type?
KristinT, love it! Especially:
It has one function, and it does it by doing nothing.
This is me at work today.
On Zelazny collections, (Roger loved carrots) Four for Tomorrow (1967) is another good one, and Frost and Fire, a 1989 collection (quite late for Roger who died in '95) has 24? Views of Mount Fuji by Hokusai, which is quite beautiful. The Doors of His Face, the Lamps of His Mouth (1971) is emblematic of the way Roger was one of the leaders of the New Wave in America that changed SF.
Nine Princes in Amber is the real Chandleresque SF/Fantasy novel that started the whole Amber thing and if you connect to it, there is a ton of Roger stuff that you will like.
Of his novels, he gets the most acclaim for Lord of Light which was the Hugo winner for 1967, but my favourite is This Immortal, which shared the Hugo with Dune for 1966. I'm also a big fan of Doorways in the Sand (1975).
I could go on all day, but I won't. Thanks to Deb for the heads-up about this discussion.
The Blue Screen of Death
Bwah!
(Guess who has had to re-start her work computer FOUR times today. Ggggnnng.)
my favourite is This Immortal, which shared the Hugo with Dune for 1966.
Okay, for ArcaneJill:
Time to Go
"Okay Steve, I get it."
"Hmm?" He read on.
"Don't tell me you didn't want me to figure it out. You've left plenty of clues."
"Clues?"
She ticked them off on her fingers. "One. The bowl on the table. In my place. Two. My pillow on the floor, hers on the bed. Three. My imported cheese gone, and I know which of you practically begs for it and it isn't you."
He looked up, brow furrowed. "What are you trying to say?"
"Trying? I'm saying. You love that damned dog more than me. I'm out. Give my regards to Blue."
Bwah! I needed to read funny drabbles today. Thank you, Deena and Kristin.
Susan, got it. Will reply soonish. Dealing with the shitstorm that is real life at the moment.