1. It was Customer Appreciation Day at Coles. I think it is needless to say that I bought books. Too many. Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, Paradise Lost (scrupulously NOT the one prefaced by Philip Pulman), The Bone Handbook (dealing not with skeletons but with the [epic] graphic novels of Jeff Smith, which I insist you borrow immediately from your public library, esp. if you like things that are funny, that contain a pretty girl [Jon], that have adventure, or that are good), and The Odyssey. Bad Christian! Bad! (You'll notice in the photo a fifth book. We'll get to it later.)
2. I believe I got some writing done this weekend. I don't like how it is turning out, but I need to just hammer through, I think, until I do like what is coming out, and then I can go back and fix. On another note, I have become enamoured yet again with sonnets. Sonnet sonnets sonnets sonnets.
3. It has been preposterously mild here. This week saw temperatures above freezing. ABOVE FREEZING. I cannot emphasize this enough. Stuff (snow, mainly) is melting.
4. Due to certain on-line related events, I want to play Fallout 3 again. The only thing stopping me is that I have been putting off buying a new computer to replace this one.
5. I have come to realize that I am addicted to the Internet. Oops.
6. This evening, after work, I went to Coles to pick up my pre-ordered copy of The English Opium-Eater: A Biography of Thomas De Quincey. The book is authored by Robert Morrison, who Jon and I have had as a professor. This professor's general excellence is mainly why I bought the book, though I did enjoy reading De Quincey's On Murder essays. That and that I am trying to read literary criticism to help me prepare stylistically for grad school.
At, Coles, the girl at cash reminds me somewhat of Penelope from Questionable Content, only not so skinny and shorter. (I use the present tense of "reminds" because this is on-going; I see her now pretty much whenever I go to Coles.)
7. Oh, right. This week I wrote a letter. But to whom? Presumably that person will find out.
(8.) Canada! Two points of particular happiness: Mens, Canada v. Russia; Womens, Canada v. USA, for Gold. Yay! Canada!
Well, this week's seven have been quick after all. Also, rather childish.
2 comments:
Pretty sure Dr. Morrison's first name is Robert, not Thomas.
It makes me laugh that any time there's any mention of a pretty girl, there's an automatic assumption that it will pique my interest. I find it funny because it's true, but also because for some reason, I have become the poster boy for something that is almost universally true among straight males.
Thanks, Jon. Noted and corrected.
Perhaps you have become such a poster boy, but you're also my only consistent male reader of whom I am aware. There are possibly others lurking here, and certainly there is at least one male follower, but I don't really know them.
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