Sorry, everyone; moving.

"Sorry, everyone; moving." Is my excuse for not posting lately, and the first entry in a contest I just made up: the Three Word Story. I am shamelessly ripping this off from the Wired feature of six-word stories, inspired by Hemmingway's poignant "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." There are some real jewels there, written by Joss Whedon, Stan Lee, Margaret Atwood, and a schwack of other writers.

Here's one from Eileen Gunn:

Computer, did we bring batteries? Computer?

Post your Three Word Story in the comments. In a couple of weeks I'll randomly select one of the ones I really like, and devise a cheapskate-yet-charming prize.

Thanks, you Solid Friends for your assistance in moving and cat care.

And now, some music. Back in September I got to hear Jill Barber's CD release concert, at St. Matthew's church in Halifax. Her music sounds rootsy and sophisticated simultaneously, say if you landed Cole Porter in Nashville, or George Gershwin in a saloon. Jill has tracks up on her MySpace page (tunes roll right away, check your volume before you jump).

Here's one for you big lapdog owners:


See ya.