Oh, yeah, I'm goin' to Hell again. Or being eaten by Balrogs. Whichever.

I gave my brain permission to play with the idea that several people suggested when I wrote 'Evidence', namely: what would happen if Vimes did wind up lugging enough people from Discworld to Numenor to form up part of the population?

I'll tell you this much: one of his many-times-removed granddaughters steals a line from Michael Ironside of all people.

"Right, we've all made it safe and sound. Out of the boats, lads! Everyone stays, no-one gives up. Try to go back and I'll kill you myself."

's not nice to mess with the chick whose dad gave her the Axe of the Grandfathers before heading off to attempt the assassination of Sauron and/or Ar-Pharazon. 's just not.

Such a pity.

The results are in from Rag Shop; I did not win the blanket knitting contest. They listed the names of the three people who did. I'm sure their work was amazing, and I'm glad my blanket got given to Children's Aid and Family Services of New Jersey. Here's to next year's design!

New icon.

I promise to use it sparingly, and only where appropriate. There are just some human-rights stories in the news that call for something solemn that isn't my picture of south Manhattan from 21 August, 2001.

And another new icon.

This one's rather more pleasant.