Friday night I finished Tales of the City. Whoever suggested I was Mary Ann Singleton: good call!
If you're ever looking up lyrics,
"Karma Killer" is Robbie Williams.
"Karma Police" is Radiohead. Don't mix these up.
I have a verbal offer for a temp job with a commute that makes me question my sanity. I'm waiting for a written offer before emailing the hiring manager about where I can put the bicycle I don't own yet. Which will be coming with me to and from Caltrain. Seriously, sanity: where did you go?
(I have an excuse to buy the bike I've wanted since moving to San Francisco, that's where it went!)
With classes done, and being between FT work, I have entirely too much time on my hands.
For reasons likely related to all the above, I have been rereading MZB's Darkover novels. They're one of the candy bars of fiction: cheaply available and not high art. But sometimes, you need a Three Musketeers bar and The Forbidden Tower. (Cursory google suggests a fangirl generation imprinted on Regis and Danilo, who win the woobie award, but I fell hard for the OT4.) There's an entire separate post to be written about MZB's interactions with the fan community, and which books are best / worst / most historically interesting, but wow, I'm picking up currents and rivers and entire oceans of MZB's personal politics I didn't notice as a teen.
...now I really want a Three Musketeers bar. Drat.
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