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[cislyn]

I've been a little quiet lately. I suppose part of that is because I've been exceedingly social in other areas. I've also been taking time to just think. I've been thinking about possibly going back to school (possibly), thinking about moving, thinking about relationships, thinking about politics, thinking about escapism (and why I haven't been doing so much of it lately - reality has been rather captivating, actually. Fancy that), thinking about trips and vacations and plans for the future. Lots of thinking going on. We're officially completely utterly debt-free now, which is amazingly nice.

Local folks: I'm home all the time, but usually without any transportation. Weekdays anytime between 8 in the morning (kumquat help me, but I really am up that early - earlier actually, to see Todd off) and 4 in the afternoon, I'm free as some fluffy little free thing. If you want to get together, you provide the car, I provide the Cislyn, and we can do lunch sometime or something, yes? But probably not next week. Hopefully next week I'll be in Pennsylvania. We shall see. I need to call my aunt this afternoon, actually. I understood that she was going to call me yesterday, but perhaps she thought I was supposed to call her. Either way, there was no calling going on.

I'm going to finish up Waifs and Strays today. What next, she asked?

[Poll #464689]

Edit: Gaaah. Yes, I put Counterfeit Unrealities in there twice - this is what happens when you're a goof and there are that many books on your desk. If you would like me to read that one, please to be choosing the first one of it, k? Thanks. :)

Comments

[mary-wroth.livejournal.com]

Hey - how is the new kitty? PICTURES woman. PICTURES.

Sincerly,
- Demanding commentor who doesn't comment much. :)

[cislyn.livejournal.com]

*laughs*

He's doing pretty well, so far. We're still keeping him in the bathroom most of the time, separated from Stranger (partially because we want to make doubly sure that the fungal test wasn't a false negative, partially because they're still adjusting to each other, partially because Trouble has a bit of a sneeze and I'm crossing my fingers that he hasn't got a cold he's going to give to Stranger).

But! He looks great - the cuts on his head and neck? Gone. There are still a couple of little sores, which I'm treating with an ointment twice a day. He's incredibly vocal and purry and generally happy to not be at the vet. He looks a little ridiculous right now, with his head and neck so recently shaved and only just now starting to come back in. He's missing half the whiskers on his face! We let the kitties mix directly last night, and no major fighting happened. Trouble is incredibly frisky, and that tends to freak Stranger out, but otherwise they seem to be handling each other well.

Do you seriously want half-shaved cat pictures? I can provide if you like. :)

[mary-wroth.livejournal.com]

Obviously I want to see shaved cat pictures. You're talking to the woman who voluntarily posted pictures of her cat with a cup strapped to his face. ;)

[cislyn.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Well, yeah there is that. Ok, ve vill see vat ve can arrange.

[gardenwaltz.livejournal.com]

i answered 'don't read, write' because it's generally good advice. honestly, i was impressed by the caliber of your stash. i would read either:

Counterfeit Unrealities - anything by pk dick is worth a good try.
Rheinegold - based solely on name. in reality i'd read the blurb on the back and do some page flipping.
The Ghatti's Tale - see above.

[ladyortyger.livejournal.com]

lunchlunchlunch lunch!

*is free tuesdays, and wednesdays, and fridays, and mondays*

[subtlecynic.livejournal.com]

"Black Sun: The Brief Transit and Violent Eclipse of Harry Crosby"
Harry Crosby was the godson of J. P. Morgan and a friend of Ernest Hemingway. Living in Paris in the 1920s and directing the Black Sun Press, which published the works of James Joyce and others, Crosby was at the center of the wild life of the Lost Generation. Drugs, drink, sex, gambling, the deliberate derangement of the senses in the pursuit of transcendent revelation: these were Crosby's pastimes until, in 1929, he shot his girlfriend, the recent bride of another man, and then himself. This biography is an engrossing saga of a brilliant but self-destructive socialite from a fascinating and complex time.

[monksp.livejournal.com]

I dunno if I've recommended it before, but CJ Cherryh's Foreigner novels are really excellent. Foreigner is the first.