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bonus friday video because I can
Later I'll talk about books, man, but for now I'm just going to sway gently while trying to get some dayjob done. -
What I'm Reading Wednesday
Title: The Treatment (Jack Caffrey #2)
Author: Mo Hayder
Genre: Dead hooker fiction
What's Going On: I just finished Birdman (Jack Caffrey #1) last night and am still trying to pull my thinky thoughts together (along with writing a review of Theodosia and the Last Pharaoh for Serial Killers before soulswallo sends out a hunting party). It basically boils ( Read more... ) -
In the long run, Frank Sinatra got ripped off.
Angels Flight by Michael Connelly:
"Well, you shoot a man in the balls and he's going to be pretty docile."
Synopsis: Jaded, bitter L.A. cop gets handed a big bag of flaming poo and winds up investigating other jaded, bitter cops while L.A. burns.
( And I had to look up the definition of 'quinella'*. ) -
What I'm Reading Wednesday, with special guest star: Wednesday!
Title: Homicide: A Year on the Killing Streets
Author: David Simon
Genre: Books for people who like darkity dark dark dark things. And Baltimore.
What's Going On: Not a whole lot, at least for this bunch of people who are dead and being investigated on by the Baltimore homicide detectives.
Title: Square Foot Gardening (LIKE A BOSS)
Author: Mel ( Read more... ) -
friday videos wants to funk
Because it's finally March, babies, and that no-good turrible horrible bitch February can just gtfo. Without even gathering its things. Just go, bitch. Go.
Bring on March, y'all. Let's funk.
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The hookers should be arriving any minute.
Just Desserts by Jeannie Watt:
"Anybody who tells you that money won't buy you love, hell, they ain't never been to Reno. I was at the buffet table. This gal comes up to me, and I flash them dimes and we went right up to her hotel room... well, it was a car." --Out Cold
Synopsis: Strait-laced Reno school-teacher falls for old friend, asks him to ( Read more... ) -
friday videos dares to
Woo! Made it to Friday, still no one died. Email from my mother deflected (pow!) and there is Chinese food on its way to my beautiful, calming house, the one filled with snuggly snorting dogs and books and my bed the size of a small Eastern European country.
This weekend, dare to. -
I need a word
that I don't believe exists in English: the feeling you get when you have two hours to finalize a budget before a full finance committee meeting and all your brain can do is shout FIC! FIC! FIC! FIC ( Read more... )
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