Because I sometimes feel like I've done nothing but Chapter Eleven for, like, a YEAR now, here are some other very random things that I've done lately:
A) Read an Authoritarian porno story (ah, and now some of you probably know where I've been) which culminated in the people who were "re-educating" our antihero arranging for him to be raped by wolves. No, no--you heard that right the first time. (I am also ashamed to admit that this hasn't retroactively stopped me from quite enjoying the rest of it, ie the "normal" S and M stuff, as opposed to the weird-ass sudden sidebar into wolf-rape.)
B) Picked up a copy of Paul Park's The Hidden World, the final volume in his A Princess of Roumania (quadrology?). So far, it's great--and better yet, it's made me want to re-read the rest of the series, which I had previously become slightly annoyed by (to the point that I hadn't actually even remembered The Hidden World would have to be in paperback by now). As I've said before, the great thing about Park's characters is that they mainly behave like actual human beings; the bad thing is that because they do, they're forever pulling the same bonehead moves you know you probably would, if put in the same circumstances. And because he's also very good at making you care for these people, after a while, you're so afraid for them that you just want to haul off and slap them en masse. Still, he handles magic in a remarkably efficient/inefficient, metaphorical/realistic way; I want to say it's very "European" in feeling, which would seem to be self-explanatory, but since Gran Roumania seems to have deviated from our version of history so far back that their Orthodox Church includes bath-house temples to Athena and roadside shrines to Demeter Mourning Persephone...maybe not.
C) Watched as Toronto abruptly plunged headlong into what one can only hope will remain an atypical monsoon season. Over the last four days, we've had three major thunderstorms (one with additional tornado warning), and the humidity has been frankly off the scale. At various points, just walking outside has felt like being inserted deep into someone else's nether parts (and not in a good way). Naturally, my Mom is currently performing almost every day in a Summerworks play which takes place outside, in a park, with no real shelter. Sometimes two shows an afternoon/night. And we said we'd go see her on Friday (probably with Cal in tow, since we haven't been having a lot of luck arranging for anyone else to take him).
...yup. That's gonna be a blast.
Anyhow. I've also been reading other people's Worldcon reports, with great avidity/jealousy, but it's not like I would've ever really been able to budget the time or the money to attend, so...there ya go. Back to the free delights of the Internet for me! (Debate, music, fiction [of all types], in other words.;))
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