January 4th, 2007

bear by san

i got sunshine on a cloudy day

blubeagle has a whole different take on the first line meme, where you get to include completed things.

docbrite did that too, and it sounds like it might be more satisfying than the way I've been doing it, which is just listing the incomplete and in-progress things piled in my hard drive like so many failed relationships. The idea of that version is to guilt one's self into finishing things, so that the next time one does the meme, there are fewer unfinished stories in the pile. blubeagle's version actually involves an acknowledgement of having got something done.

I am bad at celebrating having got something done. (As we have established earlier this week.) It sounds like fun.

...but too much work today.

Best grilled cheese sandwich ever:

Slice off two thin slices of sourdough boule. Grate up some good gouda and some sharp Vermont cheddar cheese, about a half ounce or an ounce of each. Put the grated cheese on one of the slices of bread. On the other slice of bread, put a smear of pesto.




Cut in half.


(I guess for those of you on the other side of the puddle, that's a toasted cheese sandwich? In any case. Mmmmmm.)

I might go for a walk today. If I decide I'm not coming down with a cold after all, which would be, you know, a typical reaction to getting to the end of kind of a marathon work.

That would be nice. But right now, I'm going to curl up with a book.

muppetology cooking Bork! Bork! Bork!

yep. definitely coming down with something.

Tickly throat, exhausted, swollen glands, aching neck. Yep, all the signs are in place.

So, while I'm napping in a sunbeam with Phyllis Ann Karr's The Arthurian Companion: Second Edition on my face (at some point I may swap out and nap with Anansi Boys on my face instead), entertain me! To wit, I've detailed what is, in my humble, one of the best sandwiches on earth.

What's the worst sandwich on earth?

In my opinion, the Britrail egg mayonnaise is hard to beat for sheer bland slimy vomit-textured disgustingness. I have in fact astounded, amazed, and entertained many American friends with a detailed description of exactly how bad an egg salad sandwich can be.

But I'm sure there's worse....

Enlighten me!
writing literature vonnegut

can't help about the shape i'm in. i can't sing, i ain't pretty, and my legs are thin.

Leah Bobet makes me laugh and laugh and laugh. 

I'll most likely kill her in the morning.

Book Report #1x2007: Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

I never know what to call Neil, because I haven't actually met him, but all my friends have, so it feels weird to call him Gaiman in that last-name-only formal book report kind of way. So I shall call him Neil, and hopefully he will forgive me the liberty if he ever finds out about it.

Neil makes me laugh. And laugh and laugh and laugh. And want to quote bits to somebody nearby, but alas, it's wasted on the cat. In any case, this is really nifty book, which I liked much better than American Gods (although there are certain paragraphs of American Gods that rank with some of my favorite paragraphs anywhere). Anyway, Anansi Boys has got a nifty, fluid omniscient voice, and this wonderful fast-paced transparent top-level narrative that kind of sucks you along while subtler and more complex things are going on underneath.

I liked it a great deal.

Fast Forward #1 got a nice starred review from Publisherss Weekly, which is up at Amazon. The book's out next month. Woo!

A livejournaller thumbs-up Blood & Iron

...yes, there is something recursive about this post.