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[liadnan]

Updating simply because I can't get into my email.... Gah. There might actually be something important on there, professionally so. Will wait half an hour and then ring if I still can't get in.
Chambers are in the process of having a proper superdoopernetwork full of souped up magic interweb pixies (or something like that, anyway) fitted. The consequence of which is that I'm not properly on the crappy old network, as it wouldn't be worth the trouble. And I see their point, but I hope they get on with it. In the meantime I have to use dialup, or, as now, web access from the library, which is far from ideal, and not very professional.
I seem to have loads of court work all of a sudden. As a result I'm wearing a suit for the first time in ages, on the worst possible day this year.. hot and humid, yuck.
Fantastic thunderstorm in the early hours this morning, but it didn't clear the weather.
I wrote a longish post which actually had content last night between bouts of preparing for this morning's case. But (a) it's on the laptop, and (b) it will be of little interest to anyone who isn't fascinated by the open warfare between the Lord Chief Justice and the Home Secretary. What, that's all of you? Say it ain't so... OK, maybe I won't post it then.
I fell into a bookshop by accident this morning and was unable to escape without copies of Towers of Trebizond, which I've already read but is one of the funniest travel novels ever written and something I've never heard of which is touted as the next Pullman. Oh, and something else, what is by that vicar who rides a Harley and is into the paranormal I think.
Instances of the Number 3 is good, but I spotted the twist (or at least, almost, I had it backwards) a mile off, even before the child so casually mentioned going to see a Certain Film.
Master and Margarita fantastic, nightmarish satire... though I suspect I missed at least half the satire.
Reminded that this weekend is midsummer and therefore I shall be doing my usual thing of staying up for dawn. No, I do not ascribe any mystical significance to this, it's merely a thing I like to do.
Yes, I am rambling when I should be working. Laters. Maybe.

Comments

[complexity.livejournal.com]

don't even talk to me about humid, i'm from south georgia, u.s.a. you don't know humid until you've spent a summer here.

[greyarea.livejournal.com]

Argh, what's the name of the paranomral vicar bloke? USed to present Fortean TV, yes?

And who's the new Philip Pullman then? Is this childrens lit as well?

[liadnan]

Hmm... suspect Rpaarvaz may trump even that... but yes, it's all relative. I just hate close weather, it makes me feel all nervy and twitchy.

[liadnan]

You're thinking of the same chap I was, but I'm no longer sure that he is actually the same vicar who has written this thing. Which seems very good incidentally. Not really children's.
The other thing is sold as children's but the language is quite adult, if simple: beautifully written but I don't see the Pullman comparison, there's none of the epic quality and he doesn't bring you anything like as close to the main characters as Pullman does, it's rather distant, somehow, even though half of it is first person. I certainly don't feel emotionally involved with the main character anything like as much as with Lyra. Highly original fantasy based on medieval Japan though.

[rparvaaz.livejournal.com]

Nervy and twitchy is better than cranky and nasty. I *hate* the hot monsoon days: the sun is blazing hot, the clouds disappear and there is no wind to speak of. The mercury rises to 42-43C, relative humidity is around 95%, you can't breathe because the sluggish, waterlogged goo that passes for air can't be forced down your lungs and you are constantly drenched in sweat. Constantly. You start to sweat before you can finish towelling yourself dry after a shower.
It is ghastly and I do *not* exagerrate.
And it renders me excessively cranky. Any man who can render me sweet and charming during that period and tempt me with the thought of physical contact at the same time has *got* to be my very own True Love.

[liadnan]

It's like a kind of post-modern version of the fairy tale test of a true knight...

[rparvaaz.livejournal.com]

*g*
A much more sensible test, methinks. What use would I have for somebody who can wake me up with a kiss [I am a light sleeper anyway] or for somebody who can shoot 5 arrows into a fish stuck on a revolving wheel?