ZOMG STEVEN BRUST WRITES FANFIC!!!1!

[platedlizard]

And most of you are going 'Who?'

Brust is one of my top three authors, right behind Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, and he's their equal in mad writing skillz, although not, sadly, comerical success (he does well enough for an author, but not well well). Apparently he also writes fanfic for FireFly.

How cool is that?

By the way, there are excerpts from his published works on that site, so if you aren't familiar with him check them out. You may have a new favorite author.


Orientation at Concord was today. It took an hour longer then a I thought, but no biggie (for me). Parking In The Right Place is very important, apparently. About five different people brought up Parking. Apparently people get towed quite a bit for parking in the wrong spot. They told us that will with have between 2-4 hours of homework every night, on top of the four hours of classes we take every day, so I'm probably going to be curtailing my internet usage for a while. It's either that or give up the gym, and the gym keeps me from getting too stressed out. I'm taking the 8am-12pm class, and since the campus is across town (I'm in Tigard, Concord's out by the Lloyd Center in Portland) I've got to give myself A Lot Of Time to get over there, since I'll be heading into Portland during morning rush hour. I'm going to leave at 7am tomorrow and see how long it takes me to get there. I'd rather be early then late.

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[roswellzero.livejournal.com]

Oddly, I actually know him and a bunch of the gang he used to hang out with. He used to live in the Twin Cities at the same time I did, and I knew a bunch of his housemates. I would sometimes show up (at their request) and Steve was always kind of "Uhh..." about it until I figured out that if I gave him a sacrifice of Rolling Rock beer and Nutter Butter cookies, he was fine with me being there.

Once upon a time, he told housemate Frank, "Could you get that Ros guy to look at my computer when I'm in Vegas? There's something wrong with it." Turned out his hard drive was about to die, so I backed up everything, put in a new one, and thus saved "Orca". Arguably my least favorite of the Taltos books, but whatever.

And then he moved to Las Vegas and I never saw him again. The End.

[platedlizard.livejournal.com]

That's pretty cool. Orca was the first true wall-banger (as in, I actually threw it against a wall) I read. I like it well enough, although it's not the one of his I reread the most. That 'twist' at the end about Kiera is what sent it flying, though.

I think he's out in Nevada or New Mexico, anyways he's trying to move out to Texas for some reason. He's on my flist, actually, but I don't comment much on his LJ.

[roswellzero.livejournal.com]

I know he did move to Vegas at one point. His son (Corwin) said that Steve was really lonely there. And actually I do think I saw him at Minicon once after he'd moved, so I don't know.

Two other members of the "bunch of the gang" are Emma Bull and Will Shetterly, who moved to California and then Tucson, Arizona. As far as I know they're still there. I think they were the first ones to jump state, as it were.

I sometimes wonder what happened to all the musician people I knew that were part of the group, but never enough to actually check it out. It was one huge tangled mess back then, and may remain such even today.

[akuni.livejournal.com]

That's a pretty full day, phew.

Early is definitely better - you can triple check your parking. :P

[platedlizard.livejournal.com]

The thing is, we have two HUGE parking lots all to ourselves! Including one that's half-hidden so it never fills up. And yet, people park where they get towed. I don't get it. Time-wise, I'm just glad that I don't have kids or a job at the moment.

[akuni.livejournal.com]

Yeah I don't quite get that. When we are forced to go to the mall for something, we just park at the back of the lot and walk. It's not exactly a long hike, but there are always people circling the lot for minutes to find a spot near the front. I doubt they're all buying something so big that they can't park a 30s walk out and just hoof it.