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Mar. 6th, 2002
Horatio who?
Mar. 6th, 2002 03:30 pmWow. Scotland's 'War on Drugs' has ended. Looks like someone woke up and smelled the crack.
It's kind of sad that I'm amazed by a level-headed, logical response (as opposed to knee-jerk, often religiously anti-logical responses) to problems from a government official. I should be able to expect that from my elected officials, and I don't.
Sad.
Brief moment of panic, as I try to find the notes I had on the four (FOUR! Ah!) people who called about my car. I thought I might have left them at the Finance office, but it turns out they were only holding my place in the haiku book I got at Powell's. As soon as I remember how much I'm advertising the thing for, I can start calling people back.
It would figure that people call me as soon as I go away for a weekend, but if that's what it took, why didn't they call when I was at Escapade? Sheesh.
I'm almost done with On Basilisk Station - Dru'd 'liberated' my copy way back in the when, before he scaffered off for Cameroon, and how am I supposed to pimp David Weber without the first book in the series? So I'm devouring it again before I whack Gordon over the head with it.
Unless anyone else wants to be pimped some good sci-fi?
Bookwise, I'm hanging on tooth and nail to my self-control - no more books until the car is sold, and that's a hard thing to do since the Powell's splurge. See, I managed to get my hands on the first book of a trilogy.
And really, I don't need to say anything more. It's the first book. There are two more, full of intricate high-fantasy machiavellian-twisty-politics and supernatural manueverings. The Secret texts, by Holly Lisle. I'm highly tempted to sneak into Barnes and Noble in the UVillage and just read them off the shelves.
sigh The bookstore is not a library. Thebookstoreisnotalibrary...
It's kind of sad that I'm amazed by a level-headed, logical response (as opposed to knee-jerk, often religiously anti-logical responses) to problems from a government official. I should be able to expect that from my elected officials, and I don't.
Sad.
Brief moment of panic, as I try to find the notes I had on the four (FOUR! Ah!) people who called about my car. I thought I might have left them at the Finance office, but it turns out they were only holding my place in the haiku book I got at Powell's. As soon as I remember how much I'm advertising the thing for, I can start calling people back.
It would figure that people call me as soon as I go away for a weekend, but if that's what it took, why didn't they call when I was at Escapade? Sheesh.
I'm almost done with On Basilisk Station - Dru'd 'liberated' my copy way back in the when, before he scaffered off for Cameroon, and how am I supposed to pimp David Weber without the first book in the series? So I'm devouring it again before I whack Gordon over the head with it.
Unless anyone else wants to be pimped some good sci-fi?
Bookwise, I'm hanging on tooth and nail to my self-control - no more books until the car is sold, and that's a hard thing to do since the Powell's splurge. See, I managed to get my hands on the first book of a trilogy.
And really, I don't need to say anything more. It's the first book. There are two more, full of intricate high-fantasy machiavellian-twisty-politics and supernatural manueverings. The Secret texts, by Holly Lisle. I'm highly tempted to sneak into Barnes and Noble in the UVillage and just read them off the shelves.
sigh The bookstore is not a library. Thebookstoreisnotalibrary...