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No, I've not died, nor have I flounced from LJ in a strop because no one appreciates my obvious greatness. The weather was dangerously abysmal from Tuesday until Friday, and on Thursday evening, a fierce squall passed through my neighborhood, downing trees and power lines and laying waste to the power grid. The lights went out at 6:30PM and stayed out until late Friday afternoon, when the oft-maligned utility company worked a miracle and restored service in twenty-two hours. I don't know how they did it, because there were splintered power poles and felled trees everywhere, and I was sure cleanup would take days. The linemen have henceforth earned the right to walk around without pants, and I won't complain a jot about paying the bill this month.
The foul weather ensured that I missed NCIS, The Mentalist, and Supernatural, of course. I'm disappointed, especially at the loss of Supernatural, which is ramping up to its traditional slambang climax. Summaries read after the fact have only whet my appetite since it sounds like Castiel has gone off the reservation and risked his Divine grace to save Dean. I don't think Misha Collins is a stud on stilts, but I do love Castiel and his bizarre deadpan emo. A conflicted angel is a recipe for maximum angst, and angst whore that I am, I'm eating it up with a ladle.
What else? I bought T.H. White's The Once and Future King yesterday in anticipation of the protracted blackout. It's a book I've been eyeing for years, ever since I noticed Professor X reading it to his students in X2. I'm currently reading The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman a chapter at a time. What a beautiful story, and most certainly not the saccharine glurge so often written for children. I doubt many writers have the chutzpah to write so frankly and gently about death.
"I want to ride the horse," Bod said to the Grey Lady.
"Everyone does, eventually," she said.
"You promise?"
"Yes."
What a delicious, clear bit of prose, the pip of a summer peach, still slick with juice.
I also reread "The Jaunt", a Stephen King short story from Skeleton Crew. I hadn't planned to, but I few days ago,I caught myself thinking of the story's climactic scene and got a serious yen for it, so I pulled it off the shelf in Barnes and Noble and gulped it down. It was as creepy and unsettling as I'd remembered.
"I saw! I saw! Longer than you think, Dad! Longer than you think!"
Let's just say that when teleportation does become a transit option, I won't be the first in line, and when I do Jaunt, I'll accept the gas with open arms.
The foul weather ensured that I missed NCIS, The Mentalist, and Supernatural, of course. I'm disappointed, especially at the loss of Supernatural, which is ramping up to its traditional slambang climax. Summaries read after the fact have only whet my appetite since it sounds like Castiel has gone off the reservation and risked his Divine grace to save Dean. I don't think Misha Collins is a stud on stilts, but I do love Castiel and his bizarre deadpan emo. A conflicted angel is a recipe for maximum angst, and angst whore that I am, I'm eating it up with a ladle.
What else? I bought T.H. White's The Once and Future King yesterday in anticipation of the protracted blackout. It's a book I've been eyeing for years, ever since I noticed Professor X reading it to his students in X2. I'm currently reading The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman a chapter at a time. What a beautiful story, and most certainly not the saccharine glurge so often written for children. I doubt many writers have the chutzpah to write so frankly and gently about death.
"I want to ride the horse," Bod said to the Grey Lady.
"Everyone does, eventually," she said.
"You promise?"
"Yes."
What a delicious, clear bit of prose, the pip of a summer peach, still slick with juice.
I also reread "The Jaunt", a Stephen King short story from Skeleton Crew. I hadn't planned to, but I few days ago,I caught myself thinking of the story's climactic scene and got a serious yen for it, so I pulled it off the shelf in Barnes and Noble and gulped it down. It was as creepy and unsettling as I'd remembered.
"I saw! I saw! Longer than you think, Dad! Longer than you think!"
Let's just say that when teleportation does become a transit option, I won't be the first in line, and when I do Jaunt, I'll accept the gas with open arms.
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