I'm not watching the Oscars, and I've stopped blogs for the evening, I think. I started off kind of enjoying the snark, and then I started finding it disturbing that most of the commentary was directed at the appearances of the actresses. Bad enough, I think, that the movie industry's entire focus is on how women look without the rest of us buying into it. Carry on; I'll be back in the morning.
Book 20: Ken MacLeod, Newton's Wake:
I need to stop reading Brit space opera for a while. It's starting to turn into smooth jazz on me, by which I mean it all sounds like variations on the same theme. I have this problem a lot; it's not the Brit SF, in other words, it's me. (If I read too much fantasy, or too many literary novels, or too many thrillers, all at once, they all sound alike too.)
Man, Ken MacLeon is funny. It takes a while for the characters to settle in, but once they do, they're rather engaging, for a bunch of amoral bastards.