Things that are funny
I finally wrapped up reading The Confusion by Neal Stephenson yesterday morning, which I've been making my way through in little bits and pieces for quite some time now. Yay! Now I need to track down a copy of the last one to complete my collection. I am enjoying the elaborateness.
It turned out I'd only had a little bit of that book left and I was still in the mood to read, so I cracked open The Grand Sophy by Georgette Heyer, which I'd picked up from the library on a third hand livejournal recommendation. It's hysterical! I didn't put it down till I was done, cracking up the whole time and attempting to read bits to a bemused Uwe. I may have found a new favorite comfort sort of read, like Jane Austen but more so. I'm going to trade it in at the library for a whole stack of her books this week sometime. I'm pretty sure it would be impossible to stay stressed out or sad while reading that book. It's brilliant.
Uwe has figured out what he wants to do when he grows up, courtesy of xkcd, although he says he needs to work on his one handed typing speed.
And also: Eureka, baby.
It turned out I'd only had a little bit of that book left and I was still in the mood to read, so I cracked open The Grand Sophy by Georgette Heyer, which I'd picked up from the library on a third hand livejournal recommendation. It's hysterical! I didn't put it down till I was done, cracking up the whole time and attempting to read bits to a bemused Uwe. I may have found a new favorite comfort sort of read, like Jane Austen but more so. I'm going to trade it in at the library for a whole stack of her books this week sometime. I'm pretty sure it would be impossible to stay stressed out or sad while reading that book. It's brilliant.
Uwe has figured out what he wants to do when he grows up, courtesy of xkcd, although he says he needs to work on his one handed typing speed.
And also: Eureka, baby.