Monday

[nightdog_barks]

Cool and very windy, with the barest possibility of snow flurries tonight. Thank goodness all our seedlings are still inside. :D

Finished Joshua Ferris' Then We Came to the End last night, and I will totally admit I skimmed the last quarter of the book because I cared absolutely nothing about any of the characters. Okay, I take that back -- I cared enough about Lynn, the boss, to see what happened to her, so I skimmed just enough to find out how she turned out. What can I say? This one is going into the "donate" box right now. Started reading Arthur C. Clarke's Childhood's End, which I think I must have read about a million years few decades ago, but if I did, I don't remember it at all. So far it is awesome.

So much love seeing Dame Shirley Bassey at the Academy Awards last night -- I hope she and Barbra Streisand got to hang out backstage, being regal as shit and all, because damn. Shirley Bassey.

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[nightdog_barks]

Yep, I was totally suckered by the paint gun chapter. That was also the last chapter I started out interested in, and then ... I don't know what happened, really, but all of a sudden I just wasn't interested anymore. Maybe there wasn't enough differentiation between the characters, but I didn't want to read any more about them. I did want to see what happened to Lynn, so I watched for mention of her name, but that was it.

I've read Drop City, and Road to Wellville, and San Miguel, and liked them all. I know I've read some of his short stories in The New Yorker, but I can't remember any of them. Oh well. *g*