Reading Jack Cheng's See You in the Cosmos. It's a YA/middle school/middle grade book, a class I read very occasionally (I loved Rebecca Stead's When You Reach Me, but hated Elizabeth Wein's Code Name Verity.)
Watching Grantchester and The Great British Baking Show on PBS, and Forged in Fire on the
President Potatohead is still an utter moron.
As a newly minted 58-year-old, I am not the fresh-faced girl of yesteryear, but still... A stop in at the hallway loo at work this morning made me actually gasp when I looked in the mirror: shadow on the upper lip, purple bags under my eyes, and a yellow complexion.
I exited the bathroom at top speed and asked my colleagues, who can be counted on to be brutally truthful, if things were really as bad as the Mirror of Doom depicted. Nope, they said.
Interestingly, the light in the rarely used bathroom behind the storage room is much more flattering. We can only figure that the light burns out more frequently in the hallway one, which sees the majority of use, and the latest cost cutting measures have included buying light bulbs from the overstock sale at Monsters 'R' Us.
So I went to the "good bathroom," slapped on a bit of make-up, and now look far less scary. :-D
This is one of the best unintentionally funny house listings I have ever read. Better still, the real estate agent has written captions that seem to be from another planet. "If you clear out all of the dead bodies and clean the blood, you'll enjoy a beautiful view!"
Seriously, you have to check this out. In the meantime, here are some pictures to whet your appetite.
Yes, that is a mannequin in a guard's uniform at the gate.
"This study has a great view of the patio and the pool. The hardwoods are amazing, and all of the book shelves would be hard to fill for most folks" NOT FOR THESE GUYS!
However, sometimes the comments are so lovely they have brought me to tears. So I'm posting a few. Feel free to skip. There's also a bunch on fanfiction.net.
Don't worry about not understanding what they're about.
ETA: If there seems to be a paucity of House stories, it's because all of the post-ep fics are in one place, and I removed "The Princess And The Peeved" from both sites.
( Stroking my ego )
In the last year I've participated in a few fundraisers for a horse rescue ranch in my area. Last fall, they took in several wild Mustang mares who had nowhere else to go. One turned out to be in foal, and the baby -- this adorable filly -- was born just over a week ago. On Friday night I went out and got some photos of her. I used a fairly small image size to spare your browser; click to enlarge.
( Cuteness overload, under the cut! )Save
Was very sad to see this news -- Maryam Mirzakhani passes away, aged 40. First (and so far, only) woman to win the Fields Medal, genius mathematician. Wife and mom. And just 40. JUST FORTY. What else might she have accomplished? Seriously, cancer can go DIAF.
Sigh. Still curious to see who the 13th Doctor will be, even though I fell out of love with the show this season and I'm really not sure why.
Here, have a somewhat blurry pic of Layla (taken this afternoon) --
Oh! Editing to add that I forgot to mention I saw a bat last evening, flitting around our backyard at just dusk when the sun was going down! I think Layla was barking at it. :D
Reading Paul Farley and Michael Symmons Roberts' Deaths of the Poets and liking it greatly.
Here is a very cool little clip of some kind of little white shorebirds making fantastic flashing patterns in flight. :D
I finished Lev Grossman's The Magicians, and, unlike so many of the people on Goodreads, I ... well, I loved it. I thought the story was engaging and I stayed up until almost 3 in the morning reading two nights in a row. I know the publisher apparently marketed it as "Harry Potter for grown-ups," but I'm one of the seven people on the planet who never read Harry Potter so I don't think I was coming to it with any real baggage. To me, there were echoes of Bret Easton Ellis (some people behave very badly in the book) and Ursula LeGuin, René Magritte and Giorgio de Chirico, J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. (Not to mention our old friend, Donna Tartt.) There was a point in the book when I thought, "Oh my god these people are HORRIBLE and I hope something bad happens to them!", and another point when I breathed, "Oh, shit!" when something very bad did begin to happen. Yes, there are a couple of missteps by the author, including a moment when a minor Native American character is described as having a "hooked nose." It's perfectly plausible that someone who IS Native American could have the facial characteristic of a hooked nose, but ... um. Not a comfortable moment. I winced and shook my head, and kept reading. And now I'm ordering Grossman's next book in the trilogy.
So. Two thumbs up, a strong recommendation for a gritty, lyrical story with some deeply flawed characters struggling to figure out life, love, and the whole nine yards.
Wilson: You want to come over for Christmas dinner?
House: You’re Jewish.
Wilson: Yeah, Hanukkah dinner. What do you care? It’s food, it’s people.
House: No thanks.
Wilson: Maybe I’ll come to your place.
House: Your wife doesn’t mind being alone at Christmas?
Wilson: I’m a doctor, she’s used to being alone. [House raises his eyebrows.] I don’t want to talk about it.
House: [quickly] Neither do I.
Damned If You Do, S1