Wrath of La
11 October 1998
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Very little to report, sir. Finished all 5 of David Feintuch's Seafort books. Good naval melodrama, tortured hero saving the day at great moral cost, familiar characters get killed off unexpectedly because There's Always A Price, and lots and lots of caning and monotheism. There's a weird vibe there that I think I will leave unexplored.
I wonder if I ought to be watching more TV. I did watch it almost continually from birth till not that long ago, after all. Maybe my brain needs to be artificially set into alpha mode by the radiation or something. I suppose, given everything else, it's funny that I don't drink more when I get into this state. It'd be nice to say that I know better, but it's hardly a rational or conscious decision. I just don't. Knock on wood, ow.
Meantime, Yankees redeem themselves, and about time too. While Braves put off their inevitable and necessary crushing. Not that I bear a grudge or anything. No, no.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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