Saturday, 12 December 1998:

Shambling Around

"You can't believe in fun. That's not a faith."
"Yeah? Fun is my god, Frank. I worship fun. I live for fun. And when I die, I hope that I'm having fun."
- Pembleton and Kellerman, from the Homicide episode "Fire"

I stayed up way too late last night screwing around on the computer, and as a result it was nearly 11 when I crawled out of bed. On the plus side, I remember not too many years ago when I would struggle to rise from underneath the covers by noon - a significant time because that's when the newspaper's customer service department closes on the weekends, so I need to check if my paper arrived by then so I can complain if it didn't.

So I'm making progress.


Of course, waking up so late meant it was sort of a discombobulated day. I spent a bunch of time on the phone - with Karen and with my Mom - and went down to State Street to do some Christmas shopping, which unfortunately was not so successful, though I did some back with a most excellent cat toy - a fuzzy ball with foil paper laced in with the fuzz so it crinkled.

I also had a "good negative" experience in that I stumbled across a copy of Charles Addams' book The Dear Dead Days in a used book store, and discovered that rather than being an illustrated biography of Addams (a la John Callahan's superb autobio, Don't Worry, He Won't Get Far On Foot), it's Addams' compilation of a lot of his "source" and inspirational material, and is dreadfully dull. Makes me glad I didn't manage to pick it up through eBay, and I'll certainly give it a miss now.

Started reading Lois McMaster Bujold's Mirror Dance tonight. Her longest book, it seems, but widely regarded as her best.

And, as you can probably tell from the quotes, I caught up on some old, taped Homicide episodes. (I seem to be the only person in the world who pronounces it "HOME-ih-side" rather than "HAH-mih-side".)

"Hey, Dad, you ever want to do something and think maybe you weren't good enough?"
"Mike, the secret of my success is, I never did anything I didn't know I was good at."
- Kellerman and his father, from the Homicide episode "Fire"


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