Cyn is Katie's mom, Esther's Mémé, and a Support Engineer. She lives in the Atlanta area with her life partner, Rick, and their critters. She knits, does counted-thread needlework, reads, makes music, plays TTRPGs, and spends too much time online.
I wanted to start the 2021 SAL right away but realized that the fabric I was sent wasn’t what I ordered. I ordered 32-count white Lugana to match this one and received 28-count. So now I’m waiting for a new order of fabric (I figure I’ll eventually use the 28-count anyway).
There I was, merrily reading along in this science fiction book. Then WHAM, S. Ghali ruined it completely. How? They depicted the main female character as having an irresistible attraction to the alien who was her enemy minutes before, a member of a race she’s been raised to consider lower than animals. Of course, she doesn’t understand what she’s feeling, and I imagine she’ll fight it to some extent, but that was it for me.
Boring! If I hadn’t been having trouble finding enough to read, I wouldn’t have finished it. I thought there was too much talking in Serpentine, but this volume takes the cake. While Anita is ostensibly in a small Michigan town because a therianthrope has been accused of a murder, the book mainly serves as a vehicle for interactions between her and Olaf. The ending is anti-climactic and the vast amounts of dialogue don’t move the plot along in the least.
Happily, there isn’t even one sex scene in this one. I figure Hamilton must be responding to the hordes of people who stopped reading because there was so much explicit sex in the earlier books.
The worm drives helically through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table integral and good;
And suddenly the crystal hits the floor.
Electrons find their paths in subtle ways,
A massless eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of other days;
Perhaps you will not miss them. That ís the joke.
The universe winds down. That ís how it ís made.
But memory is everything to lose;
Although some of the colors have to fade,
Do not believe you’ll get the chance to choose.
Regret, by definition, comes too late;
Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.
I had a new theme that I really liked for this site, but Google’s search console threw a fit about clickable items being too close together for it to work well on mobile devices, so now there’s a different theme. For now. I’m not too happy with the mobile navigation menu on this theme, because it throws all the pages in one long list instead of showing just the top pages. I’ll deal with it ’til I find something better, though.
I’ve made a little progress in getting more quotes into the database, but it will probably take years to get that back to where it was.