Five things
1. Bubble Spinner. Don't actually click! The url is at addictinggames.com! Save yourself!
I can't decide whether it's teaching me about angles of incidence and reflection, or devouring my soul--but weirdly, as much as I keep going back to it, I never play for long. Uh, probably because I am so discouragingly bad at it.
2. Mr. Penumbra's Twenty-four Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan. IT’S 2:02 A.M. ON A COLD SUMMER NIGHT. I’m sitting in a book store next to a strip club.
And so on, fascinatingly and creepily and deliciously.
3. I've been trying to get back on the working-out-regularly wagon, and it's easier if I'm watching something while doing the tedious bits--lately I've hit on watching up-tempo fanvids. The best ones are the ones that make me want to dance the whole time they're on, and the very best also make me grin like an idiot the whole time. Tonight's winner: Say Hey (I Love You).
4. In keeping with my recent theme of pining for my home state, today I finished reading Bruce Catton's Michigan, which I picked up from my public library (while looking for Daniel James Brown's Under a Flaming Sky: The Great Hinckley Firestorm of 1894, because the Minnesota and Michigan history sections are like right next to each other) mainly because hey! Bruce Catton! Wrote a book about MICHIGAN!
It was written in 1976 (when it was apparently totally appropriate to talk about red Indians) as part of a Bicentennial History of the States series, and covers mostly just up to the end of the 19th Century--but Catton has a lot of interesting thoughts about Michigan's history, particularly about it being a place that, through the huge mining and lumber industries, which were indirectly subsidized by state and federal construction of the railways and canals necessary to make them profitable, the state developed early on a spirit of rugged individualism that was always propped up by government support. Yea verily, a lesson for our times.
Also, it made me want to go read Charles Mann's 1491 all over again.
5. Umm. There really ought to be a fifth thing here.
Oh! All I had to do was look at my open tabs! I have been browsing this etsy shop for days now. I want ... a really large fraction of all of those buttons. And I DO kick ass at Scrabble!
I can't decide whether it's teaching me about angles of incidence and reflection, or devouring my soul--but weirdly, as much as I keep going back to it, I never play for long. Uh, probably because I am so discouragingly bad at it.
2. Mr. Penumbra's Twenty-four Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan. IT’S 2:02 A.M. ON A COLD SUMMER NIGHT. I’m sitting in a book store next to a strip club.
And so on, fascinatingly and creepily and deliciously.
3. I've been trying to get back on the working-out-regularly wagon, and it's easier if I'm watching something while doing the tedious bits--lately I've hit on watching up-tempo fanvids. The best ones are the ones that make me want to dance the whole time they're on, and the very best also make me grin like an idiot the whole time. Tonight's winner: Say Hey (I Love You).
4. In keeping with my recent theme of pining for my home state, today I finished reading Bruce Catton's Michigan, which I picked up from my public library (while looking for Daniel James Brown's Under a Flaming Sky: The Great Hinckley Firestorm of 1894, because the Minnesota and Michigan history sections are like right next to each other) mainly because hey! Bruce Catton! Wrote a book about MICHIGAN!
It was written in 1976 (when it was apparently totally appropriate to talk about red Indians) as part of a Bicentennial History of the States series, and covers mostly just up to the end of the 19th Century--but Catton has a lot of interesting thoughts about Michigan's history, particularly about it being a place that, through the huge mining and lumber industries, which were indirectly subsidized by state and federal construction of the railways and canals necessary to make them profitable, the state developed early on a spirit of rugged individualism that was always propped up by government support. Yea verily, a lesson for our times.
Also, it made me want to go read Charles Mann's 1491 all over again.
5. Umm. There really ought to be a fifth thing here.
Oh! All I had to do was look at my open tabs! I have been browsing this etsy shop for days now. I want ... a really large fraction of all of those buttons. And I DO kick ass at Scrabble!