Feb. 3rd, 2004
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Feb. 3rd, 2004 12:34 pmStill plowing through Jon & Rupert's Prisoner manuscript. The story starts out as a murder mystery of all things, though thanks to the constant survelliance in the Village the mystery is less "who" and more "why". Frustratingly, I'm only up to page 86 or so, and I want to get this thing finished quickly so I can get my comments back to Jon in a timely manner.
There are some nits I don't agree with (mostly involving what appear to be non-British speaking mannerisms), but overall the story is quite cracking. Definitely a different animal than "Fallen Gods" which is the only other thing by Jon that I've read. Things move along at a snappy pace, and J&R have an excellent grasp of the sort of tightly wound, eliptical dialog that was typical of the original series at its best.
I'm going to shut up about the book now, before I reveal something important and Jon feels the need to send me on a permanent seaside vacation.
There are some nits I don't agree with (mostly involving what appear to be non-British speaking mannerisms), but overall the story is quite cracking. Definitely a different animal than "Fallen Gods" which is the only other thing by Jon that I've read. Things move along at a snappy pace, and J&R have an excellent grasp of the sort of tightly wound, eliptical dialog that was typical of the original series at its best.
I'm going to shut up about the book now, before I reveal something important and Jon feels the need to send me on a permanent seaside vacation.
He's been complaining of a pain in his shoulder for the past week or so. So yesterday he goes in for an MRI, and they find a 'soft mass' which in all probability is cancer. So tommorow he goes in for another scan to see whether or not it's moved into his brain.
My dad is almost 83 years old. He's been living on borrowed time ever since his lung cancer surgery early last year. This shouldn't be as awful a shock as it feels, but it still is. I know he's not immortal, but if it is brain cancer, then it's going to be so totally, fucking unfair. He's good man. He doesn't deserve to have his mind stripped away from him like I know it will. He shouldn't have to go through painful surgeries to again to buy him more time. It's not fair. It's not fucking fair.
My dad is almost 83 years old. He's been living on borrowed time ever since his lung cancer surgery early last year. This shouldn't be as awful a shock as it feels, but it still is. I know he's not immortal, but if it is brain cancer, then it's going to be so totally, fucking unfair. He's good man. He doesn't deserve to have his mind stripped away from him like I know it will. He shouldn't have to go through painful surgeries to again to buy him more time. It's not fair. It's not fucking fair.