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3rdragonI'm supposed to go along with my brother to track out his route to school (never mind that he's 14, entering high school in September, and perfectly able of taking care of himself) so I have 30 minutes (again) when I don't have anything particular to do, and here I am.
It is a bit awkward, because the trains don't run very often, and we would have had to drop everything and run out the door to catch the 1:00 train (and everything includes my lunch/breakfast - whatever the first meal of the day is when you stay up late reading and then sleep away the entire morning). I don't care for skipping meals, and I wanted a more leisurely schedule, so now we're stuck waiting until the 2:00. (And why I need to go along is a bit beyond me. It's not as if he's unreliable and needs a nanny.) Which leaves me with not enough time to really paint anything, so that cuts a chunk out of the time things could have been drying, as well.
In good news, one of the books I got yesterday is Diana Wynne Jones' Tough Guide to Fantasyland, which is killingly funny. It's set up as a guidebook/glossary for the worst sort of stereotypical fantasy novels made into a tour. It gives info on Caravans and Ambushes (all 4 types, from the sort early in the tour where you and your Companions are left for dead and everyone else is actually killed, to the sort where you find the remains of a friendly party that was carrying an important piece of information or going to get help, to another sort that's escaping me right now, to the kind at the end where you can finally ambush the forces of evil and slaughter them, even if you're helplessly outnumbered). There's also a guide to Companions, complete with color-coding so that you can tell if they're friendly or not by the color of their hair, eyes, clothing, etc. And I've only gotten to letter C so far. I recommend it for fantasy fans who aren't above laughing at themselves and some of their favorite authors.
Dinner last night (that which I was rushing off to) was quite good, with a traditional Honduran meal, and loads of excellent conversation, as well as a very cute and amusing three-year-old to spice things up.
Well, I'm pretty much out of things to say, and I need to go collect my stuff anyway - so goodbye.
It is a bit awkward, because the trains don't run very often, and we would have had to drop everything and run out the door to catch the 1:00 train (and everything includes my lunch/breakfast - whatever the first meal of the day is when you stay up late reading and then sleep away the entire morning). I don't care for skipping meals, and I wanted a more leisurely schedule, so now we're stuck waiting until the 2:00. (And why I need to go along is a bit beyond me. It's not as if he's unreliable and needs a nanny.) Which leaves me with not enough time to really paint anything, so that cuts a chunk out of the time things could have been drying, as well.
In good news, one of the books I got yesterday is Diana Wynne Jones' Tough Guide to Fantasyland, which is killingly funny. It's set up as a guidebook/glossary for the worst sort of stereotypical fantasy novels made into a tour. It gives info on Caravans and Ambushes (all 4 types, from the sort early in the tour where you and your Companions are left for dead and everyone else is actually killed, to the sort where you find the remains of a friendly party that was carrying an important piece of information or going to get help, to another sort that's escaping me right now, to the kind at the end where you can finally ambush the forces of evil and slaughter them, even if you're helplessly outnumbered). There's also a guide to Companions, complete with color-coding so that you can tell if they're friendly or not by the color of their hair, eyes, clothing, etc. And I've only gotten to letter C so far. I recommend it for fantasy fans who aren't above laughing at themselves and some of their favorite authors.
Dinner last night (that which I was rushing off to) was quite good, with a traditional Honduran meal, and loads of excellent conversation, as well as a very cute and amusing three-year-old to spice things up.
Well, I'm pretty much out of things to say, and I need to go collect my stuff anyway - so goodbye.
