trinityofone

I'm ashamed to admit that I haven't actually read At Swim Two Boys. It is ON MY SHELF at home in L.A., but I didn't quite get around to reading it before I left, and it was a big heavy hardcover so I couldn't bring it. jarsy is going to try to lend it to me, though. And having dinner with the author is still totally cool--dinners with authors are always cool! How did that happen?

I'm really glad you liked the pictures. There are a lot more coming, so... And ha, the streetlights! I love how many variations one can do on the "You people are weird," "No, you people are weird!" debate. Last night jarsy and I did basil: BAH-sil vs. BAY-sil (I'm in agreement that it should be BAH-sil, though half my country isn't) and herbs: erbs vs. herbs (I do say erbs, but I had to bow in the face of the Izzard argument: there is a fucking 'h' in it). Ahh, culture.

"Surely You're Joking, Dr McKay?"

Heh, yes. Though I'm torn between wanting Rodney to eventually be mature enough to just privately mock the idiots, like Feynman, and neverever stop being obnoxious and rude. "Surely you're joking, Dr. McKay?" "Surely you're not a complete and utter moron, Mrs. Eisenhart!"

Okay, really I'm torn between wanting to write a SGA Manhattan Project AU and the sad remains of my sanity, but, uh. Yeah.