As Anny Cook commented on the Goddess Blog last week, and later on her own blog, ePirates steal books because they love the work and don't wish to pay for it. They make it nearly impossible for authors to continue writing because the pay-out is so little compared to the invested time and money. There is not one person who would willingly work and know the will be mugged everyday after putting in their hours. And most writers toil far longer than 40 hours a week on their craft.
Other shit: It's pathetic perhaps, but I find myself thoroughly intrigued by the odd relationship forming between K and my boss. Despite her argument to the contrary, K appears to enjoy his company. So common is it to see them together that even those outside the department have made note. K informed that she's seeking a divorce. No comment on boss' marriage or status of boss-K relationship. Interesting.
Go remember someone. Conjure them in your minds. Think of them, their smell, their smile, their quirks, the way they've blessed your life. A special moment and thoughtful gesture. Better, remember the slow smile and easy laugh, the honor and pride and command of presence in someone who died for your freedom today. Have a thoughtful Memorial Day.
