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2001-08-22

If I may be so bold, I would once again start of with an expletive. Bloody fucking hell. When I ordered the last batch of books — which of two where out of print and none of the other has been shipped yet — I knew I’d forgotten something.

Today, after catching up on some posts in rec.arts.sf.written I knew what was forgotten. Alan Moore. Sure, League of Extraordinary Gentleman so far only exists in hardcover and not in trade paperback — although a cloth edition would be nice, nice and too expensive right now. But there are others. From Hell, Promethea, Tom Strong and why not the audio book as well. Anything as long as it’s by Moore.

But, oh no. I just have to go the other way and simply forget he even existed for a few minutes. There is no end to my stupidity and this means I really need a job instead of a student loan from the evil empire of csn. Now that I think of it, I need those last three sandman-books as well. Bugger all this to damnation and back.

But right now the choice is between Promethea and From Hell. But the League is damn tempting as well. Anyway, I think I’ll clickity-click shop later when I’ve made up my mind.