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This Surprise Day has been a mixed bag.

One "surprise" was that my Grand Prix is leaking oil. The good news is that means I haven't been neglecting the oil level; the bad news is I have to figure out where it is leaking.

On the other hand, there was a very nice little tree frog that ran away from me this morning, and to be safe, he hid ... under the tire of the car that I was about to drive. (So I carefully moved the car forward, away from the frog, and didn't turn steering wheel until I had traveled at least a foot.)

"Surpise!" It worked, I got out and walked over and he was sitting there still alive and still afraid of me.

* * * * *

I mentioned before that, Surprise Day 2009, both Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson passed away.

This morning, I found out that the writer Richard Matheson has died.

He was writing incredible incredible stuff before I was born, more on the human side of things than any "hard sf". Just this Sunday, I was writing elsewhere that "Richard Matheson is not hard SF, and I wouldn't have him any other way".

He always managed to find the human element and wrapped his SF around that, not the other way around as some other writers seem to do.

I am going to miss him.

(If you have a decent color video screen, watch the Robin Williams rendition of "What Dreams May Come", made in 1998, based on Matheson's 1978 book. The film, depicting the Afterlife, is beautiful, worth watching slowly. The scenery was based on paintings, then shot with a landscape film known for vivid color reproduction.)
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Sometimes I see one of these things, and instead of wailing and sobbing, I can not help but smile, just a little, at someone's example of "How to Live a Life".

He's given me so much . . .


"... peacefully, last night, in Los Angeles, after a lengthy illness," HarperCollins said in a written statement.

Another quote.
>> The biography released by his publisher quoted a story in which Bradbury recounted meeting a carnival magician, Mr. Electrico, in 1932. Electrico touched the 12-year-old Bradbury with his sword and commanded, "Live forever!"
>>"I decided that was the greatest idea I had ever heard," Bradbury said. "I started writing every day. I never stopped."

If anyone can live forever, I would say it might be him. So I only announce his "relocation" ... that, apparently, he will be writing at a new location.

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