Dead is dead. Maimed is maimed. And so on.
Right. Now I have to get through this drunken and unwelcome smooching (drunkenly, unwelcomely smooched is drunkenly, unwelcomely smooched), and I can have some toast.
I love my job.
Is it bad of me to wonder how many of the persons in my internets squeeing over the (nude, strategically cropped*) promo photos of Daniel Radcliffe in Equus have, um, seen the play?
Because, um. I gotta say, something like fifteen years later, I still have intermittent Equus nightmares.
(amanuensis1, I figure you know what you're getting into and have no problem with it. But not everybody is you....)
OTOH: Poster? Totally awesome.
Two more volumes of Bone (The Dragonslayer and Rock Jaw) (see squeeing, above) and after the last post I had to go reread Peter Shaffer's Equus.
I am struck again by its enormous thematic resonance with A Clockwork Orange and The Stars My Destination. It must have been going around the ether, at the time.
Hell of a play.
In other news, I was going to make meatloaf but am out of eggs and milk, so I will walk down and buy those tomorrow, and the cat is clingy and obnoxious today, and I have heard that ARCs of New Amsterdam should be shipping out shortly. Woo! Now I will fret about reviews that I know exist, but haven't seen yet, and I will go play guitar, and then I will read more Bone and watch Dead Like Me and afterwards, write some more.
The days are just packed.