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Well, we’re entering San Diego Comic Con week, which generally means nothing will happen anywhere until July 25. Nobody’s going to be reading anything, doing admin, answering email, anything. I have never liked the San Diego show, and, since my first visit in 1997, I have avoided it as much as possible. Consequently, this week has always been peaceful.

(The only time I enjoyed it was when I was contractually obliged to attend for the roll-out of RED, the film based on the graphic novella by Cully Hamner and myself. Never set foot on the actual convention floor once. I got to see how the movie people do San Diego, and it involves taking over a few floors of a hotel, riding in convoys of black cars, secure areas of the convention centre to hang out in, and secret entrances flanked by armed guards. Also having lunch with Helen Mirren, talking about Judge Dredd with Karl Urban and being surprise attacked by Bruce Willis. That was a good day.)

The garden has been wrecked by several days of high winds, and I probably need a full day just to put everything back and take up the plants that were killed by the gusts. (And the new young fox who is digging and trampling and chewing through the place.) But not today, as it’s still gusting and raining out there. I did manage to snack on a few raspberries right off the canes, though.

So today it’s back to work, so I can line up things to send as soon as the long SDCC weekend is over.

INBOX: who cares?
LISTENING: a bit of Sonnov today, while I get moving.
READING: I started reading a sample of SUPPLANTING THE POSTMODERN last night. But it turns out the book is eight years old, so maybe I need to look elsewhere for notions on the next new.