News Update

From the NYT:

"Kenneth L. Lay and Jeffrey K. Skilling, the chief executives who guided Enron through its spectacular rise and even more stunning fall, were found guilty today of fraud and conspiracy, which each carry a sentence of 5 to 10 years in prison."

Specifically, Lay was convicted of all six counts against him, including conspiracy to commit securities and wire fraud. Skilling just got conspiracy to commit securities and wire fraud.

I don't think they should be sent to prison. I think they should be stripped of all their posessions (assuming they have any left), and set to work in a Mickey Dee's for minimum wage.


And Lay's wife, who is an entire piece of work from what I remember, should be working right there alongside him.

the wicked* exciting life of a fantasy writer...

So, stopped by the apartment at lunch, and picked up the mail. Included in that was something from Parachute. Which turned out to be something forwarded from Harper.

Ooo, my first YA fan mail letter!

Nope. Was a typewritten letter invoking various biblical phrases and entreating me "because I care for you" to find Jesus as my personal savior.

*facepalm*

Now I'm wondering if I was specially chosen by this guy because of what I wrote(specifically, Arthurian)? Is he targeting all YA fantasy writers? All fantasy writers? (Lord, if he looks at the Retrievers series, please let him note that both my main characters call on Jesus and you, both, a lot! Even if Wren was raised a Protestant. And consorts with demon. Okay, the demon part is probably going to make him froth at the mouth, isn't it....)


*two months in New England, and I'm reverting in my slang usage.

treating myself...

Hey, if I'm going to hell as an unsaved, unloved sinner, I might as well go on a full stomach, right?


Heated the bottom of a frying pan with extra virgin olive oil, then added in two cloves of fresh sliced garlic, a handful of chopped fresh sage, a scattering of dried rosemary (oh! for fresh rosemary!) and some red pepper flakes. Bring oil to a faint simmer. Add to the mix two lamb chops (about .6 lb total, bone-in). Cooked until browned outside, pink inside, and consumed with relish, and also a glass of an inexpensive cotes du rhone white.

Nice. Very, very nice.

Thus fortified, I get to spend my evening writing copy for a surprisingly entertaining PI-with-relationship novel.