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Things are happening. We're getting read to go to the vintage picnic thing on Governors Island with Patty, her mom, Marci and more.

Things for you to look at soon from Bristol conference. Timing of this being really nice, since Patty got the ten minute "you know, I finally took a break from this for a few days and whether it was for this, this, this or this reason, I feel so much better for doing so and am ready to look at it again."

Maybe, maybe, I will have upcoming appearances info (mainly D*C schedule, possibly also something NYCC related, and possibly some other stuff) this coming week.

I may also have finally found some solidity to my thoughts for the chapter proposal thing I need to write by Sept. 1.

Yesterday afternoon was so bizarre on Twitter I'm besides myself. A bunch of us were nagging JOhn Barrowman to come to Gally and then bodlon showed up in the middle of it to be all "I'm drinking bacon vodka out of a shark." Twitter isn't normally that funny, but this was HILARIOUS.

Facebook grapples with death.

The nightmare in Apt. 9B.

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My friend Dirk was murdered in February, and his family kept his Facebook page active so that Dirk's thousands of friends could leave messages for him, say how they loved him, post how much they missed him.
A few months later, Facebook began sending out suggestions that we should get back in touch with Dirk. It made more than a few people twitchy.

That is a great article. Thank you for linking to it.