Babbling Point

I'm now an internet cafe, surrounded by people playing Counter Strike. It's either this or go surf at the office all by my lonesome.

And suddenly I dont' feel like writing about anything...

I had several things that I wanted to write these past couple pf days, but now that I'm seated in front of a computer... I just don't

I wanted to say something about the crazy stuff you find on the net these days. From Warren Ellis' msg board, I found a link that leads to one those auctions sites where an 18-year old girl is auctioning off her virginity.

(Oh dear, God... they just started to play WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!_Why... why oh why... )

Ahem... ummm... what was I saying...

Oh yeah, the crazy things you find on the net... anyway, the girl had a picture on the site and she looked pretty (if that really is her). Heck, who can even say the offer is for real.

Early last year, while reading Gaiman's SMOKE AND MIRRORS, I got this idea for a story about a guy who puts hs soul for auction on eBay. Mark said, someone already did that for real. I wonder who bought the guy's soul. It would have been interesting to see whihc demons (or angels) were trying to bid for that poor man's soul.

Talking about Gaiman, they just revamped his American Gods site, so it's now missing his blog entries about buying a Libretto. It's amazing how Gaiman can just talk about the simple act of buying a laptop and it make sound the best story ever told. Okay, so I doubt that everyone will agree on me on that, but Gaiman does have a way of telling stories. I was fortunate enough to be a 1994 San Diedgo Comic-Con where he was the quest of honor and got the chance to attend his two hour Q&A. Even when he was answering simple questions like, "What can we find in your closet?" He always had some interesting anecdote, that everything in his closet is black expect for this red jacket that was given to him and he still plans to use it for some special occassion.

Anyway, I just hope the bookstores get AMERICAN GODS within the month.

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