I’m not exactly sure why, but with the gorgeous moon last night and the sun out today it feels like a pudu might be having a birthday.

I’m not sure what you get a pudu on its birthday.  Probably lots of leaves and peace and quiet.

Sorry I’m not posting on the front page more often at the moment.  Trebekistan calls.  But there are plenty of fine blogs keeping you fully abreast in the latest in horror and wonder.

Wherever you are, may your weekend be filled with leaves and peace and quiet.

The latest news on the book: it just got its first major review, as of this morning. Kirkus had this to say (dated July 15th, but posted a little early, magazine-style I guess), among other kind words:

Startling and deeply odd catch, and even more starting explanation, caught by Jon and posted to Slate.

(Startling, I should add, not in its great complexity or truth, but simply that there actually is an explanation for such strange thinking, and startling in that Jon somehow managed to ferret it out.)

Prisoner of Trebekistan got a really nice blurb from Ira Glass of This American Life the other day.  Yippee!

Wow.  I’ve been a fan of the show for many years.  I’m truly thrilled.  Starting to think the book won’t be a total fiasco after all.

You’ll soon see Ira’s full blurb and a bunch of other stuff on a section of this site just for the book itself.  I’ll be working on that in the background for a whiile, so if the main blog slows down for a few days, I’m just putting up other stuff you’ll see (and, I hope, really enjoy) later on.

The Trebekistan page will probably have the usual book stuff

Finally buying a fancy new Mac to replace this old and slow piece of recycler-bait I’ve been using.

Weirdly, the first three times I got to the order page, this computer crashed the browser just before I could place the order.

I assume there’s a rational explanation, that this was simply because there was something weird in one of the site’s ads that was causing the crash.  But still.

I wonder if the machine I’m working on dreams of unicorns.  I hope I don’t start dreaming of them myself.