I have here in my hand...
Friday, December 12th, 2008 09:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanni...an advance copy of the Ace reissue of Conflict of Honors
Yesterday's surprises also included the delivery of a short-box of the Ace edition of Agent of Change with no accompanying note, and which we hope are authors' copies.
Home today, in respect of the weather. Got up at the Usual Time, stuck my head out the door, ascertained that it was raining, thickly, coating everything in a fine layer of ice -- went back to bed and slept for an additional three hours.
It is, at this typing, still raining, and the ice is building on the trees. We've had two mini-power outages, and anticipate the disappearance of the grid at any moment. The Leewit is charged up and ready to go, and all extraneous electrical contraptions have been turned off.
In celebration of the day, Steve decided to screen the squirrel-and-bird video, which has found an appreciative -- not to say energetic -- audience in Scrabble and Hexapuma. Mozart has no use for bird porn and settled onto the green quilt for an after-breakfast nap while the youngers try to figure out why the pigeons aren't walking out of the screen when they march to the left, and how the hotel they can get in behind the box to surprise that too-perky squirrel.
I hope the living room survives.
In other viewing news, I watched "The Brothers O'Toole" last evening as I was signing Eidolons, and am sorry to report that it has not aged well. John Astin was of course John Astin and we love him, but the film was a fair mess. The cussing contest is the high point, but it's more in the lines of a large rock in the middle of a swampy bit than the tallest peak among the Rockies.
It's a little disquieting to realize how much we change over the course of thirty-odd years. I adored this movie when it came out, laughed myself (very nearly) sick the first time I saw it, and made my long-suffering boyfriend at the time accompany me to four repeat viewings. I suppose it was a simpler time. Certainly, I was a simpler person.
Everybody stay safe and warm -- or cool, as geography dictates.
Yesterday's surprises also included the delivery of a short-box of the Ace edition of Agent of Change with no accompanying note, and which we hope are authors' copies.
Home today, in respect of the weather. Got up at the Usual Time, stuck my head out the door, ascertained that it was raining, thickly, coating everything in a fine layer of ice -- went back to bed and slept for an additional three hours.
It is, at this typing, still raining, and the ice is building on the trees. We've had two mini-power outages, and anticipate the disappearance of the grid at any moment. The Leewit is charged up and ready to go, and all extraneous electrical contraptions have been turned off.
In celebration of the day, Steve decided to screen the squirrel-and-bird video, which has found an appreciative -- not to say energetic -- audience in Scrabble and Hexapuma. Mozart has no use for bird porn and settled onto the green quilt for an after-breakfast nap while the youngers try to figure out why the pigeons aren't walking out of the screen when they march to the left, and how the hotel they can get in behind the box to surprise that too-perky squirrel.
I hope the living room survives.
In other viewing news, I watched "The Brothers O'Toole" last evening as I was signing Eidolons, and am sorry to report that it has not aged well. John Astin was of course John Astin and we love him, but the film was a fair mess. The cussing contest is the high point, but it's more in the lines of a large rock in the middle of a swampy bit than the tallest peak among the Rockies.
It's a little disquieting to realize how much we change over the course of thirty-odd years. I adored this movie when it came out, laughed myself (very nearly) sick the first time I saw it, and made my long-suffering boyfriend at the time accompany me to four repeat viewings. I suppose it was a simpler time. Certainly, I was a simpler person.
Everybody stay safe and warm -- or cool, as geography dictates.
