Oh geez. I just quoted some Led Zeppelin up there. Talk about the seriously dorky.

Been away for about a week, getting settled in the new digs. Well, make that moving first, then settled. There’s still so much to do with it all that it’s just a little bit intimidating, to say nothing of, oh, I don’t know, a wedding…

Anyway, the stories of John Collier, that great cult writer’s writer, have been keeping me company. He has now earned a place on the list of Obscure Writers I Love And Thereby Of Whom I Need A Picture (or OWILATOWINAP, for short), along with Katharine Briggs (score!) and Lewis Spence (still at large). Image searches prove somewhat difficult thanks to that Pre-Raphaelite painter guy of the same name. But do not despair! The Nipple has a biography; ergo, I might stand a ghost of a chance.

We haven’t been to the library in quite some time. Bah.

In other news, did you know that there’s only one bookstore in Europe that specializes in out-of-print fantasy, sci-fi and horror? No? Me neither. In any case, that’s not right.

Lastly, it’s Anne Truitt’s 85th birthday today. Thankfully, the Management has a picture of her: