+ Today was the home opener for the Orioles. After 10+ years of losing seasons, my hopes for the team this year are sadly low: .500. Is that too much to ask? Anyway, the Orioles are 4-0, sweeping the Rays and beating the Tigers today. Graciously, I refrained from calling my stepdad, The Yankee Fan, and taunting him. For two reasons: first, because it probably won’t last; and second, because he doesn’t take baseball trash talk well, even though he dishes it out.
+ I read Marie Sexton’s Promises over the weekend. It’a a gay romance novel, not really gay-for-you, but close to it, with one of the protagonists being firmly in the closet at the beginning and edging his way out by the end. Felt ambivalent about the book, and I’m not really sure why; maybe it was the narrator, who felt like he spent most of the book hiding, doing the safe thing, taking the path of least resistance every time, on the personal front and the professional front.
+ Found Promises via the DABWAHA contest. Most of the candidates I had not read, some I’d never even heard of, which is a sad commentary on my reading. My pick as champion was K.A. Mitchell’s No Souvenirs, which was sadly trounced early on. In the first go-round, I picked books I liked. In the second chance tourney, I tried to pick what I thought was popular and would likely win, but even there my pick (Meljean Brook’s The Iron Duke) lost. Clearly I don’t have a finger on the pulse of popular genre romance. The ultimate winner was a contemporary by Julie James, whose first two books didn’t really work for me. The runner up was Courtney Milan’s Trial by Desire, which I meant to read but never got around to. Eh.
+ Go take Jennie’s survey on reading romance novels. It’s quick and easy. And it’s for a school project — she’s working on her masters in library science, I believe.
+ Clay court tennis starts next week! Well, qualifying matches have already begun. But Monte Carlo! Barcelona! Rome! Madrid! Then Roland Garros!
+ Davis Cup ticket presale begins tomorrow. The $90 nosebleeds may be for the whole weekend, not just each day; I’ve got to call and see. Which does sort of change my position on the ridiculous pricing, because $90 for possibly five matches is way better than $90 for two matches.
+ The Spring Fling exchange fics have been posted. You should go read the one that was written for me. It is awesome: it fits into canon and fanon, and it made me all flaily and happy as I read it.
– WTF, LJ?