More fuel for the addiction

Still mousing left handed at work - I've got a normal mouse at home, and it's just not good for switching.

I almost didn't come home last night - I wanted a swim, and to try out my new goggles (much easier on my eyes - they fit, and don't leave big red rings on my eyes anymore.) The pool got pretty crowded around 5:30 (bastards) I'll have to find a time when I'm not swimming on the heels of the four people in front of me.

But it was still hot out, and I'm kind of dreading my room right now, so I wandered down to B&N and read my library book. The Puppet Master by John Dalmas. I picked it up originally because it was new and sci-fi looking, and Baen published it. I didn't expect much from the title - puppets in sci-fi always remind me of Niven's alien Puppeteers, but it never hurts to try a new author.

The book is really good - it's three mysteries: a short story, a novel and a novella, set in near future earth (Mostly LA, with some side trips) with some fun-ass tech and a dash of psychics running around for good measure. The tech is very intelligently done, with some serious old-school sci-fi 'how will this affect society' thought behind it. And the characters really breathe. The protagonist is smart, slightly overweight and trying not to be, and Finnish, and all of that is shown extremely vibrantly in the writing.

I'm less than fifty pages from the end, and trying (and failing) not to read it at my desk this morning

Wary of the heat

I think I'm almost scared to go home. It's 83 degrees outside, and I'll be walking in it, and my room's just going to be hotter once I get there. 'swhy I went to the bookstore yesterday and all. And I've found a new author - the library only has the one recent book I just finished, not the older two trilogies. So I have a perfect excuse to go again tonight.

Only I should balance my checkbook and pay bills and get those two Driven tapes ready to send tomorrow. Piffle. This grown-up stuff sucks.