Found on Neil Gaiman’s blog (and why the hell haven’t I linked it before?): this question from a fan.
1. When you decided on becoming a Writer, did you have trouble on deciding what type of novels you were going to write, for example you thought that maybe you were a science fiction writer, or a modern fiction writer. Or have all of your stories always been dark and macabre?
Lovely.
Curses. The rain has ceased. It’s brightening up out there.
No! I want my husband to come home! Rain, damn you! Rain!
Hmm.
Opera. Good name. Relatively easy, intuitive interface.
Blogger does not like it. Not at all.
On to more experimentation.
Downloaded and installed Opera this morning. I found this in the user agreement:
You acknowledge that the software is not intended for use in (1) on-line control of aircraft, air traffic, aircraft navigation or aircraft communications; or (2) in the design, construction, operation or maintenance of any nuclear facility.
Well, gosh. What did I download this for, then?
I don’t know what scares me more: the fact that they feel this warning must be issued, or that (according to recent market percentages) over 90% of people will turn to IE instead, being denied the use of Opera for these particular purposes.
Woke up this morning to a dark, dark sky.
“Maybe it will rain,” I said.
“Maybe,” said my husband. “But I doubt it.”
“Maybe it will rain so you can come home and we can run about downtown this afternoon, assuming the bank unfreezes my account,” I said.
“No,” my husband said morosely. “It’s just going to play with our minds.”
He left for work. I watched the sky for a bit. It really was much too dark to just be overcast.
It raineth. Oh, ye of little faith.