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First, your Buck Fush moment of Zen [tm]: "We're not going to have any casualties." Please, for the love of ghod, help toss this asshat out of the Oval Office.

Second, those of you who are C11 voters, the keys went out last night. And, despite lacking a bid page, The Pants of Boo are again a contendah.

"Grainy" is an understatement today. Working on about three hours' shuteye at the moment. Glad the BoSox didn't screw the pooch, but that A-Rod play had me shouting "Holy fuck, it's Buckner again! Hang onto the fucking ball!" until the umps got it right in their discussion.

Also: New Yorkers are weather wusses. The crowd shots would lead you to believe it was twelve fucking degrees, the way they were bundled up. It was 46. Sure, you should have a sweater and/or a light jacket on, and gloves certainly wouldn't hurt if you're going to be sitting on your ass for three hours, but that whole Nanook of the North motif is just silly.

"The Dark Tower" is less awful than I'd been expecting, but it's still got its awkward chunks. Gnawing slowly through it, my annoyance at the reliance on Hearts In Atlantis (which, imnsho, was utterly unremarkable, and I barely remember reading, though it sits on my shelves) has peaked, I hope.

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[ladysoleil.livejournal.com]

No, we're not *that* wussy. You're not factoring in the light aggravating rain last night. It wasn't enough to soak anything, just to make everyone damp and cold. It may have been 46 on the thermometer but it felt way colder than that. I froze my f*cking ass off last night outside after the Ministry show and I was wearing seasonally appropriate outerwear, tights, and boots. I actually had to turn on the heat in the apartment last night.

I liked parts of Hearts of Atlantis, actually. It's not my favorite by a long shot, but it's interesting. I didn't think DT leaned on it that heavily, but I did feel like after a while it was obviously getting to be "gratuitous self-referential literary wanking season"- I could almost see the thought balloon of, "hey, the sheep are now done buying the Tower books, let's lace the rest of this here book with tons of connections to my other books in hopes that Constant Reader will then go out and purchase the ones they don't have to figure out what the reference is". Or maybe I'm too cynical. I still contend that somewhere in Maine, a bitchslap needs to be delivered.

[david-deacon.livejournal.com]

(See my 12 Sept 2004 entry for all that needs to be said about Stephen King.)

[ladysoleil.livejournal.com]

pure genius. :)