Monday, December 31, 2012
Happy New Year's Eve !
We'll be having dinner with friends around 7-ish; open belated Xmas presents with them around 8-ish; be home by 9-ish; in bed by 10-ish; snoring our fool heads off at 11-ish; and wide awake with two freaked-out dogz shorlty after midnight.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Book Excerpt for the Day
“So we’ll just fly over the mountains. In the dark.” Ghanima swallowed. “Against the wind.”
Taziri leaned over her. “You’ve
done this before?”
The young pilot shrugged. “I’ve
done a lot of night flights and storm flights.
I’ve seen all kinds of weather and never scratched the paint. How hard can it be?”
Taziri drummed her fingers on the back of her chair. “All right.
But no crashing!”
Ghanima smiled. “Fine, no
crashing.”
(from The Burning Sky – Halcyon #1: A Steampunk
Thriller, by Joseph Robert Lewis)
8*/10. The full review is here.
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Friday, December 28, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Merry Christmas!
The presents have been opened, the season's greetings have been shared, and weeks of holiday music are winding down. Here's hoping your Christmas morning was everything you could wish for. Now, let's eat!!
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Book Excerpt for the Day
"You’re a liar, Claus. What did Mother tell you about lying? It makes your tongue hairy, you know that. Every lie you tell kills a mermaid. And that whopper just killed a whale.”
(from Claus : Legend of the Fat Man, by Tony Bertauski)
7½*/10. The full review is here.
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Friday, December 21, 2012
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Warming Trend
Nice to see that we'll be getting a break from the recent cold weather tomorrow. That low looks a bit "iffy" though.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Book Excerpt for the Day
“Well, then, someone just tell me how we got here!” Calvin’s voice was still angry and his freckles seemed to stand out on his face. “Even traveling at the speed of light, it would take us years and years to get here.”
“Oh, we don’t travel at the speed of anything,”
Mrs. Whatsit explained earnestly. “We tesser.
Or you might say, we wrinkle.”
“Clear as mud,” Calvin said.
(from A Wrinkle In Tme by Madeleine L’Engle)
8*/10. The complete review is here.
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Book Excerpt for the Day
We all knew that in his street-beating days, Commisar Kerevan broke several cases following leads that made no logical sense; and that Chief Inspector Marcoberg was devoid of any such breaks, and that his decent record was the result, rather, of slog. We would never call inexplicable little insights “hunches”, for fear of drawing the universe’s attention. But they happened, and you know you had been in the proximity of one that had come through if you saw a detective kiss his or her fingers and touch his or her chest where a pendant to Warsha, patron saint of inexplicable inspirations, would, theoretically, hang.
(from The City & The City by China Miéville)
9*/10. The complete review is here.
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Friday, December 14, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Book Excerpt for the Day
Specs doesn’t give me as much crap as a
couple of the others in our billet do for being stupid. He looked around the hills again before
stepping over and hunkering down, pushing at his goggs to straighten his
glasses on his nose inside them. His
eyes are so bad, they are why the Priests sterilized him. Don’t want to pass on being
blind-as-a-feral-at-noon to the next generation. Up the Hill.
They did me because I’m stupid.
(from The Apocalypse Collection, by The
Eclective)
7½*/10. The full review is here.
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Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Sunday, December 09, 2012
Book Excerpt for the Day
Svarta
tugged at the mage’s sleeve and headed slowly for the door. She whispered to him while they walked. “Come, I’ll show you where the kitchen
is. I assume the Written eat?”
Farden’s eyes burnt with the after-image from the bright fire and he
rubbed at them to get rid of the dancing dots that swam through his
vision. “We do eat, yes, but only live
children.”
“Very
funny, mage,” came the reply. “Enough of
your nonsense, let’s go.”
(from The Written, by Ben Galley)
7½*/10. The full review is here.
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Saturday, December 08, 2012
Friday, December 07, 2012
Happy Birthday Noam Chomsky !
He's 84 years young today. Linguist, Philosopher, Wit, and above all, Activist. I am embarrassed to say I went for about 25 years thinking his first name was "Noah". Which screwed up more crossword puzzles I was working on than I care to admit.
Thursday, December 06, 2012
September 20, 2013
Posted because I'm reading an anthology called "The Apocalypse Collection" right now. Kewl stuff for only $0.99 at Amazon.
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
Tuesday, December 04, 2012
Picture of the Year - Big Miracle
I call this the Picture of the Year, not because it's good, but because I watch about one movie a year, and this just happened to be it for 2012.
Drew Barrymore, Ted Danson, and a bunch of other actresses and actors I didn't recognize join forces to save a family of three whales who are too dumb to make it to the open sea for the winter. That's about all you need to know about the plot.
The storyline - allegedly "based on a true story" - is sickenly sweet. The Greenpeace activist (Drew) gets chummy with the oil tycoon (Ted). The Eskimos get chummy with the gringos. The Russians get chummy with the Americans. And two rednecks from Minnesota get chummy with anyone else. I kept expecting everybody to break out singing Kumbaya at any point.
I watched this while on our Alaskan Cruise, so at least there was a climate tie-in. As a 107-minute piece of fluff, it does okay. Thing is, I cooda just as easily watched Hunger Games. Poor choice, Terry.
Big Miracle is rated PG, the gods only knows what for. We'll give it 4*/10. Add another 2 stars if you enjoy those TV "Hallmark movies" that are on every Sunday night.
Monday, December 03, 2012
Sunday, December 02, 2012
Book Excerpt for the Day
Juan
Bautista’s teeth were chattering in his head, and Imarte’s dance had become so
frenzied, she was a blur in the moonlight.
Einar was dancing too, kicking up his boots and waving his long arms as
he chanted a song, something in third-century Norwegian about hauling on the
oars and steering for the land where palm trees grow.
Porfirio pitched his chaplet over the side of the wagon and drew his
six-shooter.
“Our
revels now are ended,” he announced, and fired three shots into the air. Instantly we were all sober, converting the
alcohol in our bloodstreams into water and sugar, as we were programmed to do
when confronted by hazard.
(from Mendoza in Hollywood by Kage Baker)
7½*/10. The complete review is here.
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