While I'm at it, a small exchange from one of my top five favorite parts of TRC:

( Jane Dormer gets diamonds and I receive socks. )

Was reminded of this earlier; snippet of a scene from a favorite book.


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Nothing like grandly sisyphean culinary debacles plagued by guilt and frustration and fathomless ineptitude. Must remember to pour oil out in the bushes before turning in.

There is simply never enough Wilson (or House-Wilson banter) in any given episode.

I am suddenly overcome with a sweeping passion to gorge myself on a Silly Symphonies fest. ( Read more... )

DNA study: some Neanderthals probably redheads.

QotD from Herman Melville: "Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity, nothing exceeds the criticisms made of the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed."

XIV[1] The street fighting-derived martial art that combines western boxing with kicking techniques, and is ( Read more... )

So a while back I was looking for reader reviews of the Lymond series, and I stumbled across truepenny. Never did figure out why Google sent me there, but it turns out truepenny is also fantasy/horror novelist Sarah Monette. And betwixt all the interesting writing advice, I find a new addiction: Mélusine and The Virtu, the first two books set, more or less, in the ( Read more... )

This was going to be a much longer post, but it's late, and I'm just too tired to recap today/yesterday, so instead of me, you get Julian Kestrel, "a man who has no occupation but that of being sartorially splendid, trenchantly witty, and artfully blasé." He's the Regency dandy-turned-detective of, sadly, only four books. While I think the ( Read more... )

"My husband claims I have an unhealthy obsession with secondhand bookshops. That I spend too much time daydreaming altogether. But either you intrinsically understand the attraction of searching for hidden treasure amongst rows of dusty shelves or you don't; it's a passion, bordering on a spiritual illness, which cannot be explained to the ( Read more... )

I've been meaning to post this excerpt for a while. From one of my favorite authors, David Foster Wallace [a site], out of his doorstopper of a novel, Infinite Jest. In short: it's about some kids at a tennis academy for geniuses, and various addicts at a halfway house, linked by some Canadian terrorists' search for a video that drives people ( Read more... )

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So last night LJ ate my post at the last possible second, since I stupidly hit some bad key combination involving 'tab,' forgetting that you cannot tab inside the update entry box. Naturally, I had not saved the post. Also, I cannot find my Disintegration cd anywhere. To borrow a phrase, WOE+ARGH.

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