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I feel this is apt.

	I am: Jules Verne The 19th century Frenchman who made science fiction into a successful commercial genre.
Which science fiction writer are you?

I'm feeling better this morning, though my finger still hurts. I changed the bandages on it and really looked at it for the first time. If the cut had been straight it would have gone almost all the way to the bone, so it's good that it was at an angle. As it is there's the possibility that a wedge-shaped chunk of my finger might eventually fall off for a while. It's unpretty, but better than spending Saturday night at the ER.

I'm at R's place today. He texted me at six am with Final Instructions on what to do while he's gone, because he's flying out at noon today to the Cayman fucking Islands. He has a friend who runs a resort there and booked him and his parents in for a free week. In return his parents paid his plane ticket. Nice work if you can get it, man. Anyway, it means that I get run of the old flat for a week, so I'm going to do all the "non-vital" laundry that's been piling up and probably cook a bunch of stuff. I'm slowly and insidiously invading the kitchen: my probe thermometer and eight-inch chef's knife are here, and this week I'm bringing over some basic cooking staples so that every time I want to teach him to cook something we don't have to go to the grocery store. I'm going to hide these staples, though, so he doesn't end up eating flour with a spoon when he runs out of prepackaged food.

I'm also working my way through the hardcopy of Nameless. I'm pleased; all of the fixes I'm seeing myself are cosmetic. I have a few emails from various people about it, and hopefully I'll get through those in the next little while. If the cover doesn't give me trouble, I'm anticipating that it'll be ready to go to press sometime this week.

I still need to figure out what I'm doing about Extribulum Press, but I may just do a limited first-release of Nameless with no ISBN and then figure it out after that's done.

And now I'm off to either watch some TV or make mini-hamburgers for my bentos this week, I have not decided yet.

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I just looked in R's fridge. He cleaned it last night! It now contains:

1 lb of beef I left here last time (for making of hamburgers eventually)
1 bottle of wine (the same bottle that was there when I moved in, September of 2007. I think it's stuck to the shelf.)
1 package of eggs (from Meatloaf Night)
1/2 onion (also from Meatloaf Night)
No meatloaf from Meatloaf Night (he is capable of consuming a two-pound meatloaf in under three hours, I've seen it happen)
Condiments.

But to be fair, Condiments includes: 3 kinds of hot sauce, 4 kinds of barbecue sauce, 2 kinds of strawberry jam, soy sauce, teriyaki sauce, worchestershire sauce, ketchup, maple syrup, and horseradish.

I think he beats me for sheer condiment-crazy, and I once had five kinds of mustard in my fridge.