EntropicalVacation

Going to the local bookstore to celebrate Independent Bookstore Day on Saturday.

I’m teaching myself how to knit.

1. They’re ugly as sin.
2. They’re scary as shit when you happen across one in the dark and it hisses at you with its pointy teeth and glowing eyes.
3. I left my car parked in a lot at work overnight, and in the morning it wouldn’t start. A possum had climbed up under the hood and chewed clean through a bundle of wires that apparently was most of the electrical system. It was so stupid that it wouldn’t leave even when I poked it with a stick. That car never ran again.

My sister had a long-haired tortie named Artemis! She was a little freak. Hope your Artemis is a little saner!

Maybe people would be more willing to fund science research if all experimental results were reported like this!

I hope Ned feels better soon!

I’m usually reading at least 3 books at any given time, so when I’ve finished one or two, I still have time to pick up the next one.

Sophie’s World by Jostein Gaarder. Not a collection, but an easy-to-read overview.

I didn’t loathe it, but I didn’t much care for it. It’s basically a polemic about the history and effects (racism, poverty, income inequity, classism) of colonialism and capitalism. Not that that would make a bad novel per se, but I was expecting something more fantastical. The promise of linguistic magic was a big draw for me, but I felt this book could have been written, and maybe should have been written, as straight-up historical fiction, instead of promising fantasy that it pretty much failed to deliver.

Third one from the end looks a little stretched.

The cats or the boxes?

To Kill a Mockingbird, of course.