Sunday evening always seems like a wistful sort of stretch of time to me. The weekend is ending, so no more relaxation, and it’s time to gear up for the week ahead. Dinner made and cleaned up, lunches for the week planned and/or packed, wardrobe planned so I’m not staring vacantly at a godsawful hour in the morning and wondering what I ought to wear and do I have any meetings that make a suit more appropriate than business casual.
What I read this weekend: not much fiction. Did finish Gravitational Attraction by Angel Martinez, a m/m science fiction novel; the sci-fi worked well but the romance aspect was too tell-tell-tell and fated mate for me.
Saw on Twitter that New Approaches to Popular Romance Fiction is available for Kindle at $9.99, which is a much more attractive price than the $40 paperback.
Oddly, Ahmed Rashid’s Descent Into Chaos is not available for Kindle…but the update to it *is* available for $2.99. WTH, Amazon? Rashid’s new book on Afghanistan and Pakistan is available, but I’d like to read the other one first, please.
The next K.A. Mitchell book, But My Boyfriend Is, has a page with a blurb and pre-order button already even though it is not due out until August. Want! *sigh* So impatient.
Coming soon: a review of Hello Kitty Must Die by Angela S.
Gina Choi. In short: it was awesome. Longer version later.
Check out Steve Tignor’s love letter to Madrid. Between that and FortyDeuce‘s tweets, I’ve been wishing I was in Madrid this week, enjoying the tennis and Retiro Park and stopping for a tart or sweet from La Mallorquina in the Puerta del Sol.
The Dairy Queen commercial for ice cream cakes for Mother’s Day seriously squicks me — it’s the bubbles filled with kittens. They remind me of a scene in Bujold’s Cetaganda, in which that idiot Ivan plucks fruit from a kitten tree, only to realize that since it wasn’t ripe, he’d essentially killed a fetal kitten. Ick ick ick. There’s a lot of subtext and ethical undercurrents to the Cetagandan genetic manipulation and scientific experiments, but that image of a dead kitten made me ill when I first read it. I have to skip that scene when I re-read the book.
Have I mentioned how much I like Panic’s The Ballad of Mona Lisa? Also, I have a ticket (via The Biochemist) for their show as part of the DC101 cook-off/festival at RFK in a couple of weeks…but it turns out I have a graduation party at the same time 😦
It’s Monday, and thus time for SBD. But I’ve got nothing. Spent all day talking — doing training for new employees. My voice is gone and my feet hurt. So instead of the SBD, my dear readers (all 2 of you) get a whine.
And a plug — K.A. Mitchell’s Not Knowing Jack is out tomorrow! So I’ll have something for SBD next week.
And now I’m off to drink wine and eat chocolate. Or maybe just to lapse into an exhausted sleep.
My crush on Nathan Fillion grows ever larger. Between the hammy reading of Richard Castle’s book at Comic Con; the whole Mal Reynolds Firefly/Serenity thing and now this? I’m all *hearteyes*. Read this bit of information over at ALA’s website and then tell me that he isn’t a thousand times sexier for being a supporter of reading.
The first few chapters of Bujold’s new Vorkosigan novel, CryoBurn, are available at Baen. If the direct link doesn’t work, click on the Webscription link at the top of the main Baen page, which will take you to CryoBurn‘s ARC page, where there is a link to the chapters. I haven’t read them yet, but am somewhat intrigued by the book summary. Of course, it’ll be an autobuy for me just because it’s a new Miles book.
I ordered a case/cover for my refurbished Kindle (known as The Hairball, because for some reason my cat loves to lay on it, which leaves it covered in cat hair). Anyway, it’s been more than two weeks since I ordered it, so I poked the vendor. Oh, sorry, busy. Okay, but if it was going to be delayed, just say so; yes, you risk losing a sale, but with adjusted expectations, I would be much more inclined to leave positive feedback for you as a seller.
The Legg Mason Tennis Classic is on. Have tickets to the Round of 16 on Thursday. Don’t need to go to the semifinals and finals on Saturday and Sunday, right? Right?
Picnic at Mom’s yesterday. Her deviled eggs are the best ever. Something about the ratio of bacon bits to relish to seasoning just rocks. Nana’s Chocolate Cake, too, yum. And steamed crabs. Brought some home and picked them this evening. Crab cakes for dinner tomorrow 🙂