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Tuesday, Jun. 10, 2008 - 12:02 a.m.

Here is what my peeling hands looked like last night:

Despite appearances, this does not hurt in the least, honest.

As you can see, it just looks peculiar.

I noodled around and postponed my travel for a few days until this is done.

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I am sad to note the passing of Algis Budrys.

AJ Budrys was arguably the most interactive and accessable big-name professional writer you would ever see at a science fiction convention. He was always generous with his time when he was asked to appear on panels, and after hours, one of his very favorite things to do was find an excellent party, preferably one with something to drink, and plalnt himself there and engage his fans in conversation.

At a Norwescon about twenty years ago sortakinda, my then husband Michael Winderman and I had the privelege of splitting a bottle of peach hard cider with him while we all watched Buckaroo Banzai on the convention's tv feed.

We weren't granted the privelege of hearing him sing any Lithuanian love songs as he was sometimes inclined to do when he had a bit of a skinful, but he was very kind to a room full of wet nosed fanboys, and it was a slightly surreal but very memorable evening.

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