Oh Lost, you're such a bastard...
It was strange watching the season premier of Lost tonight. For Seasons 1 and 2 I was just chasing the plot into the darkness, wondering where it was heading, trying to use psychology and then reverse psychology and then reverse reverse psychology to figure out what they wanted us to think was going on and then what actually was going on. But thanks to a little clip of stuff-to-come I saw on the Internet, I spent most of the episode trying to connect two strains of plot from opposite ends. It's like trying to touch your two index fingers together in total darkness. Those people are bastards.
I am going to say, tentatively, that I did not catch Nick's stomach flu. Which is good, since I took two days off work to look after him (I don't need to be taking any more sick/vacation time - it needs to be saved for connecting Christmas and New Years and for various trips next year). I've never actually gotten the stomach flu, but it looks pretty unfun. I do think, though, that I'm fighting something off.
Staying home with Nick gave me the opportunity to finish reading The Amber Spyglass, so that's that for His Dark Materials. I don't know... It was an interesting series (I loved the general plot and the blasphemy), but I think I would have liked it a lot more if I'd read it when I was around eleven or twelve. I'm sure it's just the elitist lit major in me, but I wasn't all that fond of the writing. Plus the series was somewhat spoiled by the fact that I took so long reading it. I started the first book in April (?), but read two books in between The Golden Compass and The Subtle Knife, and then had to stop reading for about two months while I did American Revolution for work. Not the best way to read a trilogy. But I am looking forward to the movie, assuming they don't royally fuck it up. Which they probably will.
But this means that for the first time in months I got to look at my bookshelves and pick a random book to read. I chose Italo Calvino's If on a Winter Night a Traveler, which I've had for about a year. I only had a chance to read the first 30-some-odd pages tonight before Lost, but oh my God it's amazing. Yay for books! ~_~
I am going to say, tentatively, that I did not catch Nick's stomach flu. Which is good, since I took two days off work to look after him (I don't need to be taking any more sick/vacation time - it needs to be saved for connecting Christmas and New Years and for various trips next year). I've never actually gotten the stomach flu, but it looks pretty unfun. I do think, though, that I'm fighting something off.
Staying home with Nick gave me the opportunity to finish reading The Amber Spyglass, so that's that for His Dark Materials. I don't know... It was an interesting series (I loved the general plot and the blasphemy), but I think I would have liked it a lot more if I'd read it when I was around eleven or twelve. I'm sure it's just the elitist lit major in me, but I wasn't all that fond of the writing. Plus the series was somewhat spoiled by the fact that I took so long reading it. I started the first book in April (?), but read two books in between The Golden Compass and The Subtle Knife, and then had to stop reading for about two months while I did American Revolution for work. Not the best way to read a trilogy. But I am looking forward to the movie, assuming they don't royally fuck it up. Which they probably will.
But this means that for the first time in months I got to look at my bookshelves and pick a random book to read. I chose Italo Calvino's If on a Winter Night a Traveler, which I've had for about a year. I only had a chance to read the first 30-some-odd pages tonight before Lost, but oh my God it's amazing. Yay for books! ~_~