25 January 1999
7:29 PM: Brrr. It's freezing in here. And no, of course that couldn't possibly be related to only getting 2 hours of sleep today/last-night/thing.
The air conditioning has gotten at least a bit more logical, though, I must say. It's warm during the day and cold at night. So now we're on the right planet, and we just have to move closer to the equator. It's a step. The main thing I regret about The Big Thermostat Lockdown is that now the damn system is always on, cold or not cold. White noise messes with your mind, man.
So I'm sitting here, trying to look up some details on the X-Files sorta-marathon that FX is having this week. (Dumb website has crashed Netscape three times now.) And I see that they have this little motto under their logo at the bottom of all the pages:
please watch responsibly
Now what in God's Great Mall can that possibly mean? Don't watch TV and drive? Don't hide a Sony Watchman under your underwear, which you watch out in the garage while you pretend to be sorting through your bolt jar? Don't lie to your parents about ditching school to watch TV with older boys?
Or, maybe, it just means, "If you videotape these shows and distribute them to your friends, we'll hunt you down and kill you." Sentiments to that effect.
Dilbert is on now but I can't watch it because it's more important for my cow orker to listen to Tuva throat-clearing music in the TV room. Which is not only annoying for that reason, but the throat-clearing music is coming through the wall into my ears as well. Oh, the agony.
Speaking of reading, yes I was, many the hour, thanks. This weekend, let's see...
That plus watching 5 new-to-me episodes of Buffy pretty much took care of that weekend.
- Hour of Judgement, Susan R. Matthews's newest book about the sensitive, beautiful, rich, haunted, sadistic-but-he-hates-it hero/fetish-object Andrej Koscuisko. It's the last vestige of goth in me, I guess. The story was a bit thin and static this time. Too easy to know what was about to happen, and then even after it does happen, let's stand around and worry about it for a while. Mayhaps the scent of publisher pressure lingers here.
- 40,000 in Gehenna by C.J.Cherryh, after finishing the last half of Downbelow Station. This all started with re-reading Cyteen, which is still the most interesting Cherryh book I've read. I don't know her stuff very well, though. Binge niche!
- A King of Infinite Space, new Allen Steele novel. Fun read. Grunge rock rich kid against the future. It's a bag of chips.
- Rogue Star, Michael Flynn's sequel to Firestar, which I almost finished this morning, dang it, but then I had to go to sleep and come here. So I'll talk about that later. Hmmmm. I could've sworn that I'd written about Firestar here, but guess not. Maybe it was a review on the Amazon.com site.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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