Another Black Monday, with many crushed in the teeming frenzy as they struggle to escape the latest Ansible.
At last, the special post-cataract-surgery issue. Those aren’t typos, they’re floaters.
Brilliantly combining the themes of Hallowe’en and my late-October cataract operation without even being told about the latter, Ansible‘s regular artist Brad Foster gives us Angus the Myopic Ghost.
Just noticed that I either forgot to announce Ansible 326 here, or somehow messed up the posting. Either way, I blame the post-Loncon whooping cough (which still lingers). Sorry.
With the speed of a striking sex-crazed strooka (a favourite Thog simile), here comes the pre-Worldcon issue.
Almost as inescapable as death and taxes, but maybe not so much fun: it’s another Ansible.
Nikolai Hamel, the chap who hopes to film my 1988 story “BLIT” as a graduate thesis project (this is code for “Langford doesn’t get any money”) begs me to tell the world about his Kickstarter page for the film. See below. I’d be interested to see the result but alas, the fund-raising is a long way short of its goal.
Later: alas, this fundraiser failed. But the film project continues on a shoestring budget because our man still needs to graduate …