RIP Sir George. Flashman lives!

Jesus. I've been dealing with Pal's leaving Bitopi (Godspeed you glorious pervert!) which, in spite of the celebrations with cheap alcohol, cheaper prostitutes, and the 40 gigs of porn that we gave him, still leave me lonely and wallowing. And then a couple days ago I heard of Phil Dusenberry's passing.

And now comes the worst news of all--Sir George MacDonald Fraser is no longer the greatest living writer of our times. Sir George MacDonald Fraser is no more. Time to go back home and get to re-reading them all. I can't seem to find my copies of the Great Game, Mountain of Light or Angel of the Lord either, goddammit.

Oh, and side note: none of the early obituaries have even mentioned Pyrates or Black Ajax yet, those bastards.

On happier news, happy birthday to the best friends God can give, the most wonderful alcoholic manic-depressive failure in my world, Seth Augenstein.