Music

Possibly because I made a big deal out of her excellent new haircut, Gwenda Bond has cast down a challenge upon me. It’s one of those blog-meme chain-letter things, where if I don’t answer five questions, I shall be cast into a fiery hell. Well, then.

1. The person (or persons) who passed the baton to you.

Gwenda Bond, who has a new haircut.

2. Total volume of music files on your computer.

8.5 Gigs, 6.5 days of music, 1991 songs

3. The title and artist of the last CD you bought.

Physical media? Phah. My last iTunes purchase was “Hustle Rose,” by Canadian artsy-electronicky band Metric.

4. Songs playing at the moment of writing.

None. But the bell of the Ukranian church down the street is ringing, which apparently has something to do with Sunday.

5. Five songs you have been listening to of late (or all-time favorites, or particularly personally meaningful songs).

According to my iTunes counter, I’ve been playing:
“Hustle Rose” by Metric
“Pocket Knife” by PJ Harvey
“Mariama” by Baaba Maal
“Midnight in a Perfect World” by DJ Shadow
“Don’t Look Back” by Luscious Jackson

6. The five people to whom you will ‘pass the musical baton.’

I refuse. I break the chain. I call upon the fires to consume me.

But I promise not to mention Gwenda’s new haircut again.

Welcome Scalzi-ites

A quick faq for people coming over from Scalzi:

“Who is this Scott Westerfeld?”

An sf and YA writer. Read about his books by clicking on those tiny covers over to your right.

“How does he know Scalzi?”

Justine and I heard him read at the Toronto Worldcon, the farting scene from The Android’s Dream. It was smack-down funny, and we’ve been con-buddies ever since. He is my favorite kind of WASA (Westerfeld Asperger Spectral Analysis) science fiction personality: the smart, high-functioning butthead.

“What you got for adults to read?”

Glad you asked. Click right here.

Now hammer me with your sweet, sweet counter hits.

Also, a quick note to those friends who have asked if I will now waste ALL my time blogging instead of writing several novels a year. Rest assured of one thing. I have many, many other ways to waste my time: