assorted things
1. I finished watching Orphan Black. So...clones, eh? Tatiana Maslany is just as good as everyone says she is at making you believe she's actually a bunch of different people, Cosima is probably my favorite, and I can't believe the second season doesn't start airing until April.
2. I had a weird dream about a father and son traveling through time. At one point they were on a boat, and the dad discovered the uniform of his favorite soccer player (it was a child's uniform, because the boy who would grow up to be the soccer player was still a child), and he tried to buy the uniform for 100 pounds. But the family wouldn't sell it for less than 200, because they didn't know why this man would want some grubby old boy's uniform, but it was clear that he did. When I woke up, I thought, "It's good that it didn't pan out; the currency would have been wrong, anyway."
3. I did *not* jump in and offer my opinion when a bookseller at the store was trying to convince a customer to read Good Omens. More specifically, I did not blurt out, "I just started rereading that two days ago!" Which was true, but not something that needed to be shared with random strangers. I also did not buy a copy of Amanda Vickery's Behind Closed Doors: At Home at Georgian England, just because it was remaindered and batting its, er, pages at me alluringly, because I have to read some of the history books I already own and stop buying more, and do not have room for the books I have. (I'm much more vulnerable to buying history books, because I know it takes me so long to get through them; I can get fiction from the library and actually finish it before it has to go back, but I often read a few chapters of a history book and then fail to come back to it for a while, when I get sidetracked by a need for narrative that history books don't usually fill.)
2. I had a weird dream about a father and son traveling through time. At one point they were on a boat, and the dad discovered the uniform of his favorite soccer player (it was a child's uniform, because the boy who would grow up to be the soccer player was still a child), and he tried to buy the uniform for 100 pounds. But the family wouldn't sell it for less than 200, because they didn't know why this man would want some grubby old boy's uniform, but it was clear that he did. When I woke up, I thought, "It's good that it didn't pan out; the currency would have been wrong, anyway."
3. I did *not* jump in and offer my opinion when a bookseller at the store was trying to convince a customer to read Good Omens. More specifically, I did not blurt out, "I just started rereading that two days ago!" Which was true, but not something that needed to be shared with random strangers. I also did not buy a copy of Amanda Vickery's Behind Closed Doors: At Home at Georgian England, just because it was remaindered and batting its, er, pages at me alluringly, because I have to read some of the history books I already own and stop buying more, and do not have room for the books I have. (I'm much more vulnerable to buying history books, because I know it takes me so long to get through them; I can get fiction from the library and actually finish it before it has to go back, but I often read a few chapters of a history book and then fail to come back to it for a while, when I get sidetracked by a need for narrative that history books don't usually fill.)