This Just In…

I can’t wait to get to work so I can watch Pluto!

Now there’s a phrase you don’t see everyday.

Pluto review -

“I laughed, I cried, I made another cup of coffee and went back to work”

No doubt he injured it while patting himself on the back for the great job he’s been doing for the past five years.

You got it backwards, Harold. He was trying to pull his head OUT.

Ernesto, Failure of Felberpalooza? Excuse me, 9 people having the time of their lives is a failure? Not in my book.

I believe that my vision has returned.

Adam is even nicer and more gracious than I remembered and as sharp and well informed as I can read here every day. I saw him turn the wrong way, on the way out, but remembering my instructions to him figured out that it would still apply and he should get where he needed to be.

The 72 hours of Elvis could also be called the 72 hours of Adam with out sleep. Working all day, catching a redeye to Balmer, driving into the wilds in a hurricane, partying with friends, driving back to BWI, catching the redeye back and going directly back to work is above and beyond the call of duty. (Jeanne we are sorry for wrecking Adam). My admiration of him and gratitude for his willingness to hurt himself to join us, is near an infinite level.

Cooper is as cool as his writing is excellent, and sleeping in a tent in our campground as a hurricane dumps on us was a real demonstration of outdoor fortitude if not perhaps feeblemindedness. (He insists that he stayed dry).

Soon enough Dee and Ann arrived on Saturday morning, Dee in her blue suede shoes, both with red hair. Adam rolled in late in the morning. We made a quick tour of Grouseland still under a light rain and headed to the Artemas Community Center where the party began. My two sons and some close friends joined in for a while.

The afternoon flew by. Lots of fine wine and MM to imbibe (Tess, I took home the half empty bottle and sent Adam with the full one.) Harold, Nancy, Roger and Charles joined us as the afternoon moved on. By 10 we left the Community center, sent Adam back to BWI, and came back to Grouseland as the sky cleared. Pulled out the telescope and found several binary stars, Jupiter, and the Ring Nebula. The others headed back to the Days Inn, for more party and dancing, I went to bed. Sunday the group gathered here again, we loaded up several bikes and met Tony Barr at the Pike 2 Bike. All did well even though several had not ridden a bike in quite a few years.

It was good to meet old friends for the first time. Now I know personally those friends I talk to on Adam’s Blog.

Rummy, Rummy, will you never learn?!! Not everything can be solved with newfangled arms!

Does no one care about Pluto??

dee, after viewing your picture, people are reminded of Susan Saranden. Not bad, huh? Yeah, I can see that. Her inner beauty is impressive, too, folks.

I guess anyone thinking I was a live-wire flat out party animal was quickly dissuaded - an open bottle of Makers Mark on the table and my much older PhotoShopped stunt-double is chug-a-lugging a bottle of water. Jeez.

Before, I was simply upset that Ernesto forced me back to CenFla and precluded my being able to drive to Felberpalooza in time. Now I am well and truly pissed. I knew I was missing something special, goddammit. I’ll probably go right on over the edge if I miss whatever event the FAers decide to inflict on Adam next time around. If it’s on the left coast, I might consider hoboing it via boxcars. Seems like a pretty intriguing way to travel, if one is a bit nuts, which apparently I am, and gets a hell of a head start.

David, if you hop that freight now, you can catch the mini-F-palooza here on the 23rd. I heard from the local book critic today that he will run a review before the signing. Now if I can get those, umm, reporters from the local NPR station to get back to me. Adam, if you could email me so we can work out some details, but not through the website…it’s under construction by my son, the ungrateful 17 year old,who still hasn’t cleaned up his room, who spends most of his time in the shower and who, in spite of getting paid, hasn’t put it up yet. The email addy under the profile should work…

Oh, LORD, how did that extraneous apostrophe get in there? Ann, Dee, please forgive me. It was a typo, nothing more.

BTW, those of you who bought the book and didn’t get the exclusive poppy, fun wrapping I ship with (the technical term is ‘bubble-wrap’), I’d be happy to send this item free of charge (you pay the shipping of the air-Duh!), by pony express, to you. As Dale pointed out on another thread, it provides hours of mindless entertainment, and I wouldn’t want to deprive anyone of such fun.

Tammy here- In the interest of recycling- I can throw in some extra “bags-o-air” We get lots of these in shipments and they are always oddly spared damage while our actual copies of books suffer dinked corners and torn jackets. We use “Bags-o-Air” for scream therapy at Seattle Mystery (you’ll have to already have yer own box-cutter), but we would be happy to share the wealth with anyone who will pay the postage for …air.
and your therapist costs how much per hour…?
Bubble-wrap… almost as good as ketchup.

On the up-side of Bookselling, it has been disclosed that the Mystery Morrow title is a freekin’ Diana Book. By the butler. Again. We are -SO-ooo trying to get our order cancelled.

SeattleDan, I know just what you mean; I’ve got a 17 year old boy just like that. (Hint: Never pay him until the job is done.)

Four. Never liked him, but I was just a kid, probably about 17, and didn’t like doing anything for my dad then too. Some things just don’t change.

I hope our Seattle chapter is stocking up on film and memory cards! I wanna see pictures from the book signing on the 23rd!

Another correction: I look like Susan Sarandon and Dee looks like Marty Allen only to people who have been drinking copious amounts of alcohol.

What is the big deal with how people look?

If you all must know, Cooper’s photo WAS photoshopped. It had to be. If you all knew the truth, you would understand. Hell, I will tell you - in person, Cooper bears such a striking resemblance of a certain Mr Depp, that he has been known to stand in as Depp’s close-up double. Depp may do some of his stunts, but he isn’t up to all of those close-ups on his own. So, Cooper earns a few bucks on the side that way, but would prefer to remain anonymous. I think you all can respect that and not tell anyone, eh?

As for the Sarandon/Allen team, to the sober eye you two look (Billy Crystal voice-over) ‘Absolutely Marvelous’.

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(George, I did pay you the c-note, right? Good job shoveling, by the way.)

Steve Rossi and Marty Allen; sure I remember them. 1962 Light-Middleweight contenders from south Philly, right?

SeattleDan, I’m heartened by the story of Marty Allen doing good with his money. Thanks for sharing that.

I concur with George. Ann and dee are both “marvelous”, smart and funny women. I’m glad I could meet you both. Oh, and not to forget George’s Sister.

OK, fellow Felbernauts. Challenge time.

A third review of Schrodinger’s Ball has finally appeared on Amazon.com, alongside mine and Dee’s. And it was written by someone who didn’t like the book - and, apparently, also didn’t get it.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/customer-reviews/0812974425/

If you have read the book, and especially if you enjoyed it, please take the time to write a quick review on Amazon! (Come on, I know a few of you have finished it - I was standing next to one of you when you did!) Please also post your comments throughout cyberspace, so people looking for information about the book will be sure to find them!

It’s much worse than the reviewer not getting it. It’s one of those reviews that tells one nothing about the worth of the read and everything about the worth of the review. An intelligent review that raised concerns for the particular reviewer I could embrace. Blather about how a reviewer who is apparently imagination challenged was bored is pretty useless.

I’ll see if I can come up with a review worth posting. I’m ordering a copy for my brother and sharing my copy with a sometimes FAer.

I did share one feeling hedera raised. At times I felt moments of sober pathos, especially when I identified with a particular disorder, but that is one entertaining book (that is, it entertained my mind in a number of ways for the whole read - what a ride).

Maureen, Murray. Hopefully the NYT redhead won’t see the alternate spelling, which is dangerously close to Murine (unless there is value in thinking of her as providing eyedrops for derangees like Ann Coultergeist).

Anybody,

What (once again) is the link to Ice Weasel?

To the Weasel Den!

Is my dog’s blog (which I don’t know about) related to Waterfowler being a crackpot?

Jay, our neighbor was in her car with her son not so very long ago and as she parked, a group (what is the collective noun for raccooni?) of the beasts surrounded her car. One of them was on the hood, menacing them. She and her son slept in the car that night. Hoping you can make it up the 60 miles up the road on the 23rd!

Harold, well D’oh!!~!!
-thanks, but the ungrateful teenager is still at fault…He needs to get the new site up and school started today. He’s off on Friday and he’s not getting away from his duties. And his main duty is to get the site up. No later than Friday.

Actually, the books at the thing that was called Felberpalooza and was never re-named, were provided by Jackson Street Books. Ann brought some back with her, and we will have a plentiful supply for the signing. SeattleTammy and I would be delighted to sign copies for you and anyone else. Each copy will be dedicated to “our favorite customer ever”.

Dale, I was referring to my mistaken gender assumption. The fact that I assumed wrong about your gender - resulting in several seconds of confusion for me over at your dog’s blog - actually undermines my crackpot theory more than it supports it. But it also does supply a “Hey, ya never know” element.

Most of the time, yes. When she starts kvetching about her lack of male companions because, as we all know, No Man Likes A Smart Woman (©1956) then not so much.

And yes, the copyright expired on that one years ago, as our present company of gentlemen commenters proves.

I have no need to start a blog when all of you technically competent and eloquent people already have! Everything intelligent I have to say, I say here.

Scary, isn’t it!