Motley Is A Fool's Uniform

Dear Mr Freer,

I wish to report that your book, The Dragon's Ring is apparently very popular in adjacent parallel dimensions. The inhabitants seem to be of the habit of borrowing copies from our own dimension by slipping the books sideways into their own dimensions.* This may explain the absence of copies from the shelves of bookstores.

Anyway, on to ordering copy #3 so I can find out what happens. [And no, I shall refrain from ordering an electronic version because I have no wish for my computer to travel sideways as well.]

Yours Faithfully,

Reverance Pavane.

[edited to add]

Dear Alternate Dimensional Fisherbeings of Literature,

Thankyou for replacing my copy of Dragon's Ring in a location where I could find it again, cleverly making it seem that I was simply overtired and had left it in a different location after my doctor's appointment** today.

Your plan failed though.

I am reasonably sure that the story does not begin with...

˙˙˙ʇsnp ƃuılɹıʍs
oʇuı ƃuıɹǝʇʇɐɥs ʎɹuosɐɯ ǝʇıuɐɹƃ ʇsɐʌ ǝɥʇ ɥʇıʍ `llǝɟ
ɹǝʍoʇ ǝɥʇ sɐ pǝsɐǝlǝɹsǝıƃɹǝuǝ ʞɹɐp ɟo sǝxǝʇɹoʌ puɐ
sƃuıuʇɥƃıl ʇǝǝɥs ǝɥʇ ǝʌoqɐ ˙pıoʌ ǝɥʇ oʇuı ƃuılɹıʍs
uɐǝɔo ɟo ɯoɹʇslǝɐɯ snonʇlnɯnʇ ǝɥʇ ǝʌoqɐ ˙sʇuǝɯǝlǝ ǝɥʇ ɟo
ǝƃɐɹ ǝɥʇ ǝʌoqɐ ʍǝlɟ uoƃɐɹp ǝɥʇ

ǝnƃoloɹd

I shall be expecting you to correct this matter at your earliest convenience.

Yours faithfully,

Reverance Pavane

* Considering Hite's Law, the inhabitants of this parallel universe can be identified by the Zepplins in the sky. Considering that the TV Tropes Law states that the Nazi inhabitants of a parallel dimension have invariably won World War 2, this is quite believable.

** No more gold for me (just medicine that costs more than it's weight and volume in gold). Hopefully that means I get to keep my kidneys for a little while longer.

*** We also demand the return of all the capitals, although, on consideration, if you feel like improving relations with our world you can keep Canberra, Washington, Luxembourg, and Brussels. I demand the return of Nuku'alofa, as it has been very useful in very many quiz nights and the quiz night writing industry would be blighted without it.

I have to admit that I was vastly amused by the open letter that NOAA (National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration) sent to all participants in the Google Lunar X-prize, that advised that any spacecraft containing a system "capable of actively or passively sensing the Earth’s surface, including bodies of water, from space by making use of the properties of the electromagnetic waves emitted, reflected, or diffracted by the sensed objects" and which is based in the US (or uses substantial US facilities), must acquire a licence from that organization.

Since the definition of system under law does not exclude the human components of said spacecraft, I feel that this is a positive step forward in anti-discrimination, as it will require all crew to be licenced, blind, blindfolded, or able to swear that they didn't look out the window at all.

Parkside Primary School ... who always put on a quality sausage sizzle. Although in this case their egg and bacon sandwich just hit the spot. It's the quality of the ingredients, you see. Other stalls may settle for cheaper ingredients to raise the profit margin. They just raise their prices. Even the napkins were lovely, thick, and absorbent. [1]

Most of the other booths were rather disappointing, showing either no fund-raising efforts, or having a much smaller selection. The traditional Unley Senior Citizens Cake Stall was missing from their election booth, which was a disappointment, as they generally made a mean chocolate crackle. Oh well, I suppose I shall have to wait for the next Unley library sale (where the little old ladies from Friends of the Library insist that I take a few free chocolate crackles away with the couple of hundred dollars of bopoks I usually buy).

A quick visit outside my electorate netted me some christmas shortbread at a scout hall polling booth (the scones looking slightly wilted by the heat), which are rather nice, but I didn't have any hot food since they were offering foreign electroral food (actual yiros and sausages in a bun).

[1] And that may indicate in what direction my electorate is probably swinging back to judging from the enthusiasm of one set of spruikers and the comments overheard in the line. Scare tactics really do work on most people, sadly.