I’m pretty sure I’ve gone over to the dark side. I’m looking at my TBR shelf and thinking “the only way I’m going to read half of these is if I get the ebook.” My last…several…book purchases have been e-books, with the exception of one that’s on its way that wasn’t available to me in e-book (and which I have the first book in print and signed), and I’ve replaced a few with e-books at this point. And there are several more on this list that, realistically, if I’m gonna…
All I want out of life is a plate of chocolate chip peanut butter cookies. I don’t even *like* chocolate chip peanut butter cookies. I find them a perpetual disappointment. But I desperately want some. This isn’t getting any easier. It’s not actually that it’s hard, it’s that it makes me grumpy, at least in part because I find baking soothing and these troubled times we’re living in require some real fucking soothment. But I’ve met me, and if I bake cookies, there’s no way I’ll stop eating at two.…
I *have* others of Adrian Tchaikovsky‘s books (one may even be signed), but I hadn’t gotten around to reading any of them because my TBR shelf is a disaster, and then the book club I nominally go to here was reading THE TIGER & THE WOLF so I got it and started it and no that’s not true I played it cagey, ladies and gentlemen. I used the preview option on my Kobo and got THAT, and it suggested I had like 80 pages of preview to read and I…
Picoreview: Triple xXx / Return of Xander Cage: daft but fun. I went to Return of Xander Cage a couple weeks ago and sort of squinted at it, because I hadn’t seen Triple xXx for years but my vague feeling was that it had been an spy/action flick that lived within the bounds of extreme possibility, in much the same way that The Fast and the Furious was faintly realistic, but Xander Cage was like skipping from FF1 directly to FF6, dispensing with the build-up and just moving from vaguely…
Actually Day Eat All The Things was yesterday and today has been Eat Hardly Any Of The Things, because there were So Many Things Eaten Yesterday. I had caramel-coated popcorn at the movie theatre. It’s probably verboten under the circumstances, but I didn’t subsidize it with a soda, which I’d have done if I’d gotten regular popcorn, so I’m calling it a caloric draw and not worrying about it. And there was eating out and hot chocolate and, y’know. All The Food. But I didn’t fall down on counting calories,…