there aren't enough ice cubes in the world
The temperature is wrong; I cannot sleep. France lost at the football, I am informed, which I wouldn't care about except I want to win a big pile of sweeties so I actually do care, quite a lot. DAMN YOU FRANCE. Mexico beat them. Are Mexico any good? I don't know these things.
I read a book and it was quite, quite brilliant. I often get scared that I'll never again find a book that gives me that giddy thrill of delight, like you're flying over the sea and then suddenly everything below you shifts slightly and becomes mostly the same but all shiny and new. It used to happen a lot, like when I decided that I could actually read anything I liked and small words and lack of pictures would be no true obstacle, dammit, and there were all these new ideas and concepts and ways of looking at things and at some point that began to wear off and mostly there would be enjoyment but there would not be giddy delight.
Anyway, the book was Hyperion by Dan Simmons (or Canterbury Tales IN SPACE), so twas not just a book of giddy delight but sci-fi giddy delight, which is the very best kind. It is gloriously epic, and has the sort of vast, complex, compelling civilisation of the future that I find delicious. It is funny. There is an incredible amount of joy in the literary and philosophical asides. There are bits that terrify me. It likes to talk about the hubris of mankind. John Keats should be in more sci-fi novels.
There are sequels; I'm ambivalent over whether reading them is a good idea.
I have the first and second seasons of The Avengers on DVD all cleaned up and with lots of shiny extras. I don't actually mean I've got the first season, I mean the surviving eps. I'd not seen the Hendry ones before and, um, yes, okay...I do not see the point of The Avengers without Gale or Peel really. (Or Purdy, shusht, she is great.) The rest's quite exciting though cause I've not seen all of season two by a long shot and not any of the non-Gale episodes. I assume I will judge them for the lack of Cathy.
I read a book and it was quite, quite brilliant. I often get scared that I'll never again find a book that gives me that giddy thrill of delight, like you're flying over the sea and then suddenly everything below you shifts slightly and becomes mostly the same but all shiny and new. It used to happen a lot, like when I decided that I could actually read anything I liked and small words and lack of pictures would be no true obstacle, dammit, and there were all these new ideas and concepts and ways of looking at things and at some point that began to wear off and mostly there would be enjoyment but there would not be giddy delight.
Anyway, the book was Hyperion by Dan Simmons (or Canterbury Tales IN SPACE), so twas not just a book of giddy delight but sci-fi giddy delight, which is the very best kind. It is gloriously epic, and has the sort of vast, complex, compelling civilisation of the future that I find delicious. It is funny. There is an incredible amount of joy in the literary and philosophical asides. There are bits that terrify me. It likes to talk about the hubris of mankind. John Keats should be in more sci-fi novels.
There are sequels; I'm ambivalent over whether reading them is a good idea.
I have the first and second seasons of The Avengers on DVD all cleaned up and with lots of shiny extras. I don't actually mean I've got the first season, I mean the surviving eps. I'd not seen the Hendry ones before and, um, yes, okay...I do not see the point of The Avengers without Gale or Peel really. (Or Purdy, shusht, she is great.) The rest's quite exciting though cause I've not seen all of season two by a long shot and not any of the non-Gale episodes. I assume I will judge them for the lack of Cathy.