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Dec. 24th, 2008 11:05 amAnd a Merry Christmas, Happy Yule, Happy Kwanza, and Happy Hanukka to them as celebrate it!
The state of the Bean:
- Against all my predictions of what my mother would enjoy in literature, she has discovered my stash of The Song of Ice and Firenovels by George R R Martin, and has decided that they are the best things ever. Bravo on another convert there, Mr. Martin. Expect another howling reader for Dance of Dragons once she gets through A Feast for Crows.
The reason I thought she wouldn't like them was the intense levels of intrigue and plot twists. I had trouble keeping up with all the plot, though that hardly stopped me from getting into all the characters involved. (And, oh, aren't there a lot of them....) But she's entranced. Which means another set of books that I have to suddenly share amongst my mother, and inevitably her mother, which means I won't ever be able to find them again. I would attempt to sequester them, but that would contradict the household (and admittedly personal) law that Books Are To Be Shared.
-The household has succumbed to my taste in alcohol! There is both beer AND peppermint schnapps in my home! I am pleased and happy with this turn of events.
-My "Must Read" list grows without ceasing. Not only do I have to reread Watchmen, probably several times to marinate in the awesome before the movie ruins/changes it, but a number of books that I nominally own, but have never gotten around to reading have been touted to me as wonderful by the Boy. (One being Freddy Neptune, a Novel in Verse by Les Murray.) I haven't even begun to approach Neal Stephenson's newest Anathem yet, and I found a battered copy of The Reluctant Widow, one of the few Georgette Heyer romances that I've not gotten my hands on. I'm waiting for Connie Schultz's autobiographical ...And His Lovely Wife to come into the public library, and as soon as I get there I no doubt will have a whole 'nother pile to add to the list. Meg Cabot is likely to feature broadly in that category. I'm still in the middle of Claudius the God, and it makes me want to actually take up my goal of reading Josephus' Antiquities of the Jews and Wars of the Jews, since they keep popping up tangentially in all the research I'm doing for my religion and classics courses.
This of course neglects most of the reading in the realm of comics that I've had to forgo while I was in class.
-Everytime I see this icon I want Spectacular Spider-Man to magically reappear with new episodes.... or for Hammerhead to stop sucking. I'm mildly amused by his "Brand New Day" origin and reboot, but I still like the smart and smarmy version from the cartoon the best. John DiMaggio makes him sounds far more threatening than the series makes him out to be, and it just works better than having him forever running into walls and shouting curses at Spider-Man.
-Got my hands on Elllis' Global Frequency. ZOUNDS. Excellent.
-Tonight I shall make lasagna and praise the birth of my savior. There will be wrapping of presents. There will be cannoli. (My spell-checker does not think cannoli is a word. I consider this short-sighted on his part.)
-My perennial goal of luring my grandmother's dog into being MY dog begins to bear fruit. I am the bearer of walkies! Look upon my leash, ye mighty, and despair. (I have not gone so far as to permit her onto the humans-only couch, but desperate times may yet force my hand.)
The state of the Bean:
- Against all my predictions of what my mother would enjoy in literature, she has discovered my stash of The Song of Ice and Firenovels by George R R Martin, and has decided that they are the best things ever. Bravo on another convert there, Mr. Martin. Expect another howling reader for Dance of Dragons once she gets through A Feast for Crows.
The reason I thought she wouldn't like them was the intense levels of intrigue and plot twists. I had trouble keeping up with all the plot, though that hardly stopped me from getting into all the characters involved. (And, oh, aren't there a lot of them....) But she's entranced. Which means another set of books that I have to suddenly share amongst my mother, and inevitably her mother, which means I won't ever be able to find them again. I would attempt to sequester them, but that would contradict the household (and admittedly personal) law that Books Are To Be Shared.
-The household has succumbed to my taste in alcohol! There is both beer AND peppermint schnapps in my home! I am pleased and happy with this turn of events.
-My "Must Read" list grows without ceasing. Not only do I have to reread Watchmen, probably several times to marinate in the awesome before the movie ruins/changes it, but a number of books that I nominally own, but have never gotten around to reading have been touted to me as wonderful by the Boy. (One being Freddy Neptune, a Novel in Verse by Les Murray.) I haven't even begun to approach Neal Stephenson's newest Anathem yet, and I found a battered copy of The Reluctant Widow, one of the few Georgette Heyer romances that I've not gotten my hands on. I'm waiting for Connie Schultz's autobiographical ...And His Lovely Wife to come into the public library, and as soon as I get there I no doubt will have a whole 'nother pile to add to the list. Meg Cabot is likely to feature broadly in that category. I'm still in the middle of Claudius the God, and it makes me want to actually take up my goal of reading Josephus' Antiquities of the Jews and Wars of the Jews, since they keep popping up tangentially in all the research I'm doing for my religion and classics courses.
This of course neglects most of the reading in the realm of comics that I've had to forgo while I was in class.
-Everytime I see this icon I want Spectacular Spider-Man to magically reappear with new episodes.... or for Hammerhead to stop sucking. I'm mildly amused by his "Brand New Day" origin and reboot, but I still like the smart and smarmy version from the cartoon the best. John DiMaggio makes him sounds far more threatening than the series makes him out to be, and it just works better than having him forever running into walls and shouting curses at Spider-Man.
-Got my hands on Elllis' Global Frequency. ZOUNDS. Excellent.
-Tonight I shall make lasagna and praise the birth of my savior. There will be wrapping of presents. There will be cannoli. (My spell-checker does not think cannoli is a word. I consider this short-sighted on his part.)
-My perennial goal of luring my grandmother's dog into being MY dog begins to bear fruit. I am the bearer of walkies! Look upon my leash, ye mighty, and despair. (I have not gone so far as to permit her onto the humans-only couch, but desperate times may yet force my hand.)
