I never watch The Big Bang Theory because my son forbids it. He tells me that it's an ethnic slur against his kind. Marianne and I are expected to watch Community instead. (A friend who works for Community College of Philadelphia tells me that the latter is an ethnic slur against his kind, but that's another story.)
Which makes it ironic that I was present at a historic cultural nerd-moment last Friday at SFContario. I was at a room party when Lawrence M. Schoen, challenged to translate on the spot, sang Soft Kitty in Klingon for the first time in human history.
You may marvel at my cultural on-linedness.
And coming soon . . .
I just got a look at the lineup for Jonathan Strahan's forthcoming The Best Science Fiction and Fantasy of the Year. It's not public for a few days yet, but there are some really good names there. I'd buy it in an instant, if I weren't going to be getting a contributor's copy.
Above: A fleeting glimpse of the Niagara River from my train window. It took some seventeen hours to get home yesterday, with no delays. Still . . . better than flying.