Today's Guest Blogger is Mike Cane of The Ebook Test Blog and
I know that sound. It begins in the bones, travels to the skin, and makes a body's hair go all spiky.
First it's a growl, then it grows to a roar.
Its genesis is anger, its manifestation is defiance.
I know the emotions well, but do them in my own way. Why tart them up with chrome and leather? That's plain asking for trouble, inviting it.
Better to go along, looking silly, so they turn their backs.
Then you can choose which kidney to shiv.
But no way can I even think about shivving today.
Not with these guys.
They say it's impossible to be in two places at once. That was true until the Internet. An electron is an electron, whether it's trapped in an iPhone or a server in Redmond. Cut and paste is digital teleportation. Copy and paste is digital cloning.
So while I'm over here at DocNoir's digs, Lafitte and his gang are at my two places simultaneously, laughing at all the physicists who said such a thing could never happen. Laws of physics? Like the laws of man: made to be ignored -- or broken.
I don't know what Lafitte and his group will make of my two places. eBooks and pictures? At least they can't burn the eBooks. Maybe they'll be kind and just pee on the pictures. You never know with people like that.
You also never know what treasures a public library hides away. For years I stayed out of that Mystery section. It was filled with stuff I thought made bad TV: doilied end tables, annoying old women, and too much talk. It took Ken Bruen to open my eyes to the hidden treasures of crime fiction. And that road led me all the way to Anthony Neil Smith and Yellow Medicine.
Roads are funny things. But like everything else, don't turn your back on them.
Or they'll shiv you.
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