Testing out some new code to get the images in my posts to show up on the right-hand side on both my web site and on LJ. We’ll see how that works momentarily. (Apparently not so well, but at least I figured out a tag that allows hover text to appear on WordPress.)
You know you’re in Texas when you find it cool out and it is a mere 82°. Not cold cool but refreshing cool, a nice change after 100+ degree days, that’s for sure. We were able to sit outside for breakfast this morning, and I could turn the A/C off in my car and drive with the window down on the way back to work after lunch. Its even dipping into the 60s overnight, which is nice. Hope it stays like this for a while. Like, maybe six months or so.
I can’t remember the last time I watched a 60-minute TV show where so much of any real plot substance happened as during this week’s episode of Mad Men. Let’s sum up. Don’s daughter stole $5 from her grandfather. Don and Betty went to a party where Don met an interesting guy at the bar and Sterling’s wife got drunk. Peggy and two others spent the weekend brainstorming a Bacardi campaign and got high instead. Joan hosted some of her husband’s friends and found out her husband isn’t a stellar doctor before being coerced into playing La Vie en Rose on her accordion. That’s pretty much it. Maybe this will all pay off somewhere down the line, but it felt very much like treading water.
I finished Mister Slaughter last night. Only one more fake-out death announcement, for a grand total of about four for the book. He’s the protagonist–give us a break. We know he’s not going to die on page 12 or 44 or 98 or whatever. A couple of decent reveals late in the book, some of which set up the future conflict in forthcoming Corbett books. The book has a different feel than The Queen of Bedlam because so much of it takes place out in the wild lands of New Jersey and Pennsylvania instead of in Manhattan. McCammon confesses to some shortcuts with historical detail in the afterword but on the whole the books give a terrific sense of the way things might have been three hundred years ago, before the birth of the nation.
I started The Way Home by George Pelecanos. I’ve had it on my Kindle for a couple of months, but it sort of fell to the bottom of the stack, something I hadn’t anticipated happening on an electronic device! It was pushed to page three of the index, and overlooked. I’m not yet sure what the book is going to be about. The opening section takes place in a Maryland prison for juveniles. Parents are visiting one of the inmates, who seems to be the only white inmate.
