Man. I can't even seem to use LJ effectively to keep track of my reading! Here's what I've read since last time I posted, ages ago:

Ruby and the Stone Age Diet by Martin Milar. This is the sort of thing that proves I'm not British (the Guardian loved it, and GQ said Milar was the funniest writer in Britian today), and also that I can only stretch ( Read more... )

This is really Brad's story to tell, because he's the one who stayed up for most of last night and staked out Kitty -- who, as it turns out, had nested down with the neighborhood strays in the back yard of a house two doors down ( Read more... )

Well, this is a sad, sad day ( Read more... )

When I don't like books like this, I assume that it's because I'm not cool enough.

Ruby... is by Martin Millar, and the book jacket helpfully tells me that Niel Gaiman loves him, as well as The Guardian, which are both things I like a lot. But I just don't get it ( Read more... )

Lance Bass and Joey Fatone showed up on Buzzfeed today, doing nothing more than hamming it up on the beach. I seriously looked at my calendar to figure out what year it was, because who knew anyone would pay attention to those crazy guys these days?

Go here.

One thing I've been moderately successful at documenting on LiveJournal is my quest to run a half marathon. Every time I have tried, something on me has broken. Injury the first: I registered to run the Nike Women's half, and about the time I had trained up to running five miles at a time, I stepped off a curb coming home from Starbucks and mangled ( Read more... )

So, I mentioned that I was reading Where the God of Love Hangs Out and I mentioned that Amy Bloom is one of my favorite modern fiction writers. What I didn't mention, because I just realized it last night while I was passing my ticket through the BART turnstile, is that Amy Bloom is one of the reasons why I have never pursued writing. (Some of the ( Read more... )

Yesterday I mentioned that I was going to start using LJ to chronicle all the books I read this year, a project for which I am -- on day 22 of the year -- already behind. Not a very auspicious beginning ( Read more... )

I'm back in the office today, and it's eerily quiet. My officemate is in Puerto Rico (lucky dog), and most of the people who sit around me are in a big meeting across the hall. I'd walk into it, but it feels weird to call so much attention to myself. Also, randomly, all the lights in the halls are out or missing bulbs, so there are pockets of light ( Read more... )

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