not so much a vacation as an extended nap.

[phosfate]

I have to burn days off before December 31 or lose them. So technically I'm on vacation. So far it's been like four days of Sunday.

Can't find the Doctor Who I was reading (I think it's at the office), but did find Mad Dogs and Englishmen, which I started right after it came out two years ago. I've picked it up several times in between, but have been stuck on the same two-page spread for ever - The Doctor, Fitz, and Anji (who the hell is Anji, anyway?) trapped in a meat locker. Poor bastards. Anyway, I broke the curse today and am on to the introduction of the writer who isn't Charles Williams, nosiree, to the InksorrySMUDGElings. Also there are poodles in it.

Watched the end of Haibane-Renmei 1, which is spiffasstastic and recommended even to folks who don't give a crap about anime.

Also saw an episode of Saint-Seya, or whatever they're calling it, on Cartoon Network. It's the much gayer Dragonball. Was very disappointed when the character with the nice green hair and big tin honkers spoke and turned out to be male.

Comments

[pollyannadesade.livejournal.com]

Oh God, I saw your picture there, and I often remembered reading about mice like that when I was wee, but I couldn't remember what book it was that I read, so I went and looked at your picture bit, and it said Mouse and his Son, and now I know the title, and I can find out who the author is, and get a copy this afternoon, cause I loved it, and I am rambling, but I am so happy, because I always wanted to remember what it was! Thankyou! xxxxx

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Russell Hoban, The Mouse and His Child. Scholastic put out a really lovely hardback reissue last year.