One of my favorite networking tales is The case of the 500-mile email, now happily ensconced at ibiblio.org.

Drinker of Souls is, on balance, a fairly average fantasy book.  While there’s nothing particularly special about the story it tells, it is, at least, an interesting tale.  The characterization is pretty good, especially Brann’s.  The writing varies.  I found parts of the book rather difficult to get through (most notably the first section; fortunately, things got better), while others elicited eager anticipation.  (Partly, this is because I have a weakness for performing art.  I found the descriptions of the music and dancing of some of the characters to be quite compelling.)

I have several books by Jo Clayton.  The others are from the 70s and have covers that tend to imply crappy hack-and-slash fantasy, so I decided to use this one as a litmus test for Clayton’s writing.  It’s at least good enough that I’ll give the others a go.

Endless Nights is another book from Neil Gaiman in the world of The Sandman.  It contains seven stories, one for each of the Endless.  It is … impressive.

Each of the stories captures the personality of one of the Endless.  Possibly the weakest of them in that respect are Death’s and Dream’s, but they’re also probably the most prominent characters in the Sandman series, so the lapse is forgivable, especially since Dream’s gives some very nice backstory for the Endless.

Probably my favorites from the set are Desire’s and Destiny’s stories.  Each is a succinct encapsulation of its respective Endless’s personality, combined with some stunning artwork.  Death’s, Dream’s, Delirium’s, and Destruction’s are all good stories, with excellent artwork of their own.  Despair’s story is probably the one most different from the others, and while it’s very well done, I can’t say that I enjoyed it, largely because it isn’t really meant to be enjoyed.  I’ll say simply that it is very well executed, contains superb artwork, and I had to rest for a while after reading it to recover.

If you’re a fan of Sandman, buy this book.  If you’re not familiar with Sandman, a lot of the point of this will be missing.  It’s probably still worth reading for the artwork alone, but the Endless are what really drive this book.

For my part, I’m very happy to place this book on my shelf beside my other Sandman novels.

I spent some quality time with several MTA ticket vending machines today, much to my sorrow.  You see, I wanted to buy a $64 monthly ticket.  I pushed the appropriate button, fed in each of my four $20 bills, watched the amount remaining as displayed on the machine decrease by 20 for each bill, then, after I fed it the last bill, watched it display “Money Returned” and spit all the bills back out.  Useful error message, no?  I eventually determined that it didn’t want to give me change form $80.  Fortunately, a local bar had a bartender who was willing to give me change for a $20.  Upon being given exact change, the machine happily supplied me with a ticket.

Then I proceeded to wait an hour for the bus.  In that span of time, three different buses from the 19 route were scheduled to go by.  Not one did.  Thanks again, MTA.

I get annoyed by the phrase “too much free time”.  People use it when they see something that they deem to be useless and a waste of time—certainly nothing they’d do in their spare time, oh no.

It bothers me because it’s effectively one person telling another that that person’s work is a waste of time, with overtones of dictating how they should spend their free time.  Generally, the things that people do in their spare time are things they find worthwhile or at least interesting.  If you don’t like what someone else is doing, go do something useful yourself, but don’t complain about them wasting their own time.