Disjointed.
Yes, Mercury is slowing down. Still makes me wonder if I wasted money getting a deer license this year.
Mercury is easy to blame for rambling, disconnected entries. Plus any typographical errors that occur.
Notes on books:
Finally finished the last of the trilogy, which, in my mind, is more like five books, which begs the question, is there going to be another part of the story’s cycle?
Quicksliver, Confusion, and finally System of the World are the three. But in my mind, they tie to Cryptinomicon (recurring characters – although it has an earlier publication date), and The Diamond Age.
I rather enjoyed the series, as whole, and before Quicksliver ever came out, I’d gone back and reread The Diamond Age. Guess I’m funny like that.
It’s odd to figure out which novels make the biggest impact. Check the shipping weights on the series, and by sheer volume alone, but never mind that now. Me and that one character, we share one common trait; the Imp of the Perverse.
More book notes:
From the first chapter, titled, “Outlaws,” Kinky writes:
“Everybody you know thinks you’ve got it made and suddenly you find you’re a jet-set gypsy cryin’ on the shoulder of the highway.”
Boat shoes:
Rain. More rain. I strapped on my “boat shoes” (sport sandals) and headed out to hit the post office, nipping a piece of rosemary as I crossed the pedestrian bridge while the weather drizzled.
Got rained on. Went home. Dried out. Slipped into regular sandals and peeled out of the shirt, grabbing a more summer-like shirt, as the sun popped out and warmed things up nicely.
I still wish someone would buy the damn phone, but other than that. I’ve done a brisk bit of business on eBay,
So I headed back to the post office to drop another package in the mail, and as I approached the door, I noticed a service-industry attired gentleman. We bother tried to open the door for the other. He looked at me, “It’s not that hot. Can’t be.”
“Hey, I broke a sweat coming up here, it’s that hot to me.”
And it was.
But after a final reading and visiting clients over BBQ, “Here Kramer I brought you a tart,” the wind shifted, and cold weather arrived. Not a good time to be in shorts.
A few days before Thanksgiving, and I’m finally getting around to winterizing some things?
Unrelated:
I did pour through a newspaper, freely given up at the restaurant. I mean, I was there, something like 4 hours or more, and I snipped one article. It was in my pocket when I got home. Two notes: oldest bank robber was a Sagittarius and R. L. Burnside is a Sagittarius.
