So the power went down at 4:45 last night, just when I was starting to fill in the DMCA form because Yet Another person thinks it’s Perfectly OK to steal from us. I was in a foul mood, because, well, people stealing from us — and instead of writing, I’d be form-filling, and it’s not like I have enough time in the day to write anyway. Then the power went off and that was Just. . .Ducky.
Which, as it turned out, it was. Steve hooked up the reading lamp in the living room to the Big Green Battery and we read together on the sofa for the next five hours. Very pleasant and cozy. We should do this more often. Possibly without requiring the destruction of innocent utility poles as a prompt.
In other news — The Catechism of Cliche — or at least parts of it. Go, read, enjoy. Then get thee to the Dalkey Archive Press and purchase for your own The Best of Myles, which collects all the “Cruiskeen Lawn” columns from the Irish Times, giving you access not only to the Catechism, but to the sordid details of the Ventriloquists War, news of The Brother, and all the various schemes launched by Myles na Gopaleen, the Da, to make money.
Also highly recommended are the na Gopaleen novels The Third Policeman and At Swim-Two-Birds. The former is a science fiction novel disguised as a literary novel. The latter is a writer’s novel, detailing the adventures of a young, layabout writer, whose characters, fed up with his sloth and his bad treatment, turn on him. Both are very, very funny.
And now — no, wait! Everybody saw the article about the “Rosie computers” during the war, right? Here, in case you missed it — worth a read.
And now I better get some coffee and get on the road.