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A trailer is an excellent advertising tool for a weblit and I want to do one. By necessity, weblit trailers are light on images and heavy on words (give them moving pictures, and they'll think you're advertising a movie). So I had the idea to do one in which you hear certain key lines from the book. Such as:

Eight-year-old Chevenga: “I'm going to die before I'm thirty. So I’m going to do two times as much and love two times as hard as anyone else, second Fire burn all humanity if I am forsworn.”

As I mentioned in the author’s note, my part of Muskoka did go dark around 6 p.m. last night, during a wildly windy thunderstorm, after the most spectacular flickering I’ve ever seen. It was like a disco in here; neither Melissa, who was visiting, or Raphi could stand it, and so they turned off all the lights. I still had no power at nine, and the nice recorded lady on the phone at Hydro One was saying they’d have it back by eleven. I had a feeling they wouldn’t, so I gave up hope of posting and went to bed on my screen porch.

Due to the impending demise of Google Wave, Shirley and I decided yesterday to experiment with Google Docs, a Google utility that had existed previously and will continue to exist, for our remote collaboration.

Well, colour me stupid for burbling so much about Wave when, for our purposes, Docs is just as good. (Perhaps it has been improved to match Wave in some ways since Wave was established?) We can edit and write in the same document, we can each see where the other is by little colour-coded tags, and it autosaves.

Last night Shirley, Cat, Blue and I got together via IM to do a role-play in aid of the conversation starting in yesterday’s, and continuing in today’s, posts. We thought it would just be your everyday, average, mundane Philosopher in Arms RP. It went like this:

Cat says:
I just read the teaser, who am I?
Chevenga says:
either Vaneesh or Mirko, you and Blue can arm wrassle over which
Cat says:
rock paper scissors?
Blue says:
I think I might be good at Vaneesh... Cat the conquering hero

This is just random:

If a tiny puff of cloud
could come down from the sky
and caress my hand
it would feel like you.