I’m still waiting to be able to announce any news, but have managed to:
–become thoroughly obsessed with seeing The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I’ve read two of the three books, also, and while I don’t think Larsson is a particularly good writer (he is a DAMN good journalist), I think he can tell a story.
–become thrilled with reading on my Kindle. Because, hello, holding onto a subway pole and turning pages at the same time without having to let go to turn a page? Awesome!
–bummed that there is a delay, if not a cancellation, of the NBA Season. I miss Amar’e! Plus I kinda like those nights the Basketball Spouse comes home later, so I get some time to myself.
–plan out, and possibly get, the second tattoo I’ve been threatening. This one, an open book, would be in tribute to my dad, sort of, plus also I figure I’ll never tire of books unlike, say, if I had gotten Gang of Four tattooed back in the day. Because those post Dave Allen/Hugo Burnham records were never as good as Entertainment!. Actually, NO record is as good as Entertainment!.
–up to the midway point of Battlestar Galactica. I work with two fangirls, one an uber fangirl, so I’m trying to know what they’re talking about.
So, yeahg. News when I can, life goes on as usual.
I have been hoping to be able to post some cool news here soon, but I still can’t–so I close my eyes when it comes to my blog tab on the my toolbar, and hope I will still have folks visiting when I am finally able to share anything of substance.
Beyond the usual squeeing about British guys with nasty attitudes, cute shoes, fabulous wine, and my need for speed sleep.
So after reading many similar reviews of Conan, I decided not to see it on my birthday, because it didn’t look cheesy bad fun, it looked cheesy bad bad.
We went to see Crazy Stupid Love instead, and that was delightful. A good, solid, nuanced romantic-comedy, go figure!
But right around lunchtime I got an email from the Most Thoughtful Spouse Ever who had gotten Jason Momoa to hold up a sign wishing me a Happy Birthday. I shrieked in the office when I saw the pic. My co-workers came running to see if I’d had a stroke or something.
Very cool. Later on, I was a big doofus and totally forgot it was my birthday when I was doing another errand, so when I got a call on my cell–from someone who never calls my cell–I assumed something was wrong. D’oh!
It was a great day. And meanwhile, I’m waiting to hear about a variety of projects out being reviewed, and that’s cool, and work is awesome, and I’m not miserable. Go figure!
So this week is the week of my birthday, and normally it’s not that big a deal, and it’s not really this week, except it’s a way to get the Long-Suffering Spouse to take me to see Conan the Barbarian* the day it opens, which coincides with the anniversary of my birth.
Last night, we went to see Cowboys and Aliens, which was as I’d expected it to be: Not very good, but enjoyable. And let me say, someone who knows knew that one of the best parts of the film would be Daniel Craig’s ass. Because it was in many, many shots, framed by chaps (not assless chaps, mind you, that’d be gross). I was quite impressed.
Not so fun is the hot water heater leakage we dealt with Sunday–we still don’t have a hot water heater, which means cold showers. Luckily, it is summer, so is more tolerable, but still.
*This trailer is way bloody. So don’t watch if you’re squeamish.
So the Has A Hard Time Relaxing Spouse and I have been doing many fun things while our son is away; last night, we had dinner at the other end of the neighborhood, and strolled the long way home.
Today, we got our bikes out and took advantage of the New York Summer Streets program, where they shut down big parts of Manhattan for bikes and runners and such. We did 23 miles, and I finally got to go over the Brooklyn Bridge. I’d never done that before!
I’ve been revising my manuscript, that should go to a brand new beta reader at the end of next week, and then back to the Fabulous Agent. Plus been brainstorming another project, yay, and working many hours at HeroesandHeartbreakers.
So there you go. That’s me. I STILL have not seen Cowboys and Aliens, feh. Soon, hopefully.
