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Okay, so the subject line sounds more exciting than my weekend thus far. But my dad - ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pheon - stopped by this morning. He had a few things for me, including my old trombone, which he wasn't sure I would want. I didn't; though it was neat to see it again. I haven't played since middle school, and I don't particularly want to again. I didn't even realize we (they?) still owned it. But it was neat to see it and to be reminded that I did actually play it at one point.
I've also read and/or reread several books (including the collection of stories Bedlam's Edge which read distressingly like a mixed-bag of fanfiction (complete with a blatant uber-competent uber-powerful probable Mary Sue as a main character in one) rather than something produced by authors who've been published before. Not all the stories, but most of them had some element of it. And I've never seen so bloody many new Elfhame names in one book before. I think someone needs to just give up and write about Elfhame Elfhamian so the stupidity can be complete.
On the productive side, a load of laundry has been done, the kitchen has been cleaned, and the grocery shopping has been done. I have found a no-fat chocolate fudge ice cream that tastes like...chocolate fudge ice cream. Of course, correspondingly I discovered I've lost my main bottle of the lactaid pills, and had only the little carry-with bottle left, which turned out to have only a pill left in it. So, I got to enjoy a bit of the ice cream but not too much. I'll have to hunt for the main bottle; if I can't find it, I guess it's time to buy more. Oops.
And no, for the record, I haven't been saying much about Katrina. There seems so little to say, and it's all already been said, repeatedly and better than I could say it. I could state my opinion on the ongoing debate of whether anyone is in part or in whole responsible for it being worse than it had to be (if in fact it was), but honestly, I think that people on my friends list and on the 'net in general have presented all variant views of it that I'm aware of fairly well, and I don't think adding my personal take on it to the mix is going to accomplish anything at all.
I've donated. I've watched and worried and prayed. And I'll leave it at that.
pheon - stopped by this morning. He had a few things for me, including my old trombone, which he wasn't sure I would want. I didn't; though it was neat to see it again. I haven't played since middle school, and I don't particularly want to again. I didn't even realize we (they?) still owned it. But it was neat to see it and to be reminded that I did actually play it at one point.I've also read and/or reread several books (including the collection of stories Bedlam's Edge which read distressingly like a mixed-bag of fanfiction (complete with a blatant uber-competent uber-powerful probable Mary Sue as a main character in one) rather than something produced by authors who've been published before. Not all the stories, but most of them had some element of it. And I've never seen so bloody many new Elfhame names in one book before. I think someone needs to just give up and write about Elfhame Elfhamian so the stupidity can be complete.
On the productive side, a load of laundry has been done, the kitchen has been cleaned, and the grocery shopping has been done. I have found a no-fat chocolate fudge ice cream that tastes like...chocolate fudge ice cream. Of course, correspondingly I discovered I've lost my main bottle of the lactaid pills, and had only the little carry-with bottle left, which turned out to have only a pill left in it. So, I got to enjoy a bit of the ice cream but not too much. I'll have to hunt for the main bottle; if I can't find it, I guess it's time to buy more. Oops.
And no, for the record, I haven't been saying much about Katrina. There seems so little to say, and it's all already been said, repeatedly and better than I could say it. I could state my opinion on the ongoing debate of whether anyone is in part or in whole responsible for it being worse than it had to be (if in fact it was), but honestly, I think that people on my friends list and on the 'net in general have presented all variant views of it that I'm aware of fairly well, and I don't think adding my personal take on it to the mix is going to accomplish anything at all.
I've donated. I've watched and worried and prayed. And I'll leave it at that.
