sunday the badness hit hard, rocks & bones. i thought i was sad; she said i was sick! i ended up calling off my dnd game, so they solidered on & played ravenloft without me. mostly i just covered up with blankets & let jenny bring me things, my nice jenny. i also took the time to watch robotech: the shadow chronicles, which dissapointed me as much as one might expect. i don't mind the identity of the new bad guys so much as there were new bad guys; i don't mind the new-perspective on the end of invid invasion so much as it being an excuse for retcon; i don't mind maia sterling so much as i mind no one using the word zentraedi even once. for shame! & no gratitous posing shots of the mecha? what the fuck? anyhow, then, out of reckless devoution to my loving girlfriend, i watched oscar preshows, & most of the oscars. i think the only movie of them i had seen was pan's labyrinth? anyhow, sarah was on the oscar nominating comittee, which to me is hillarious.
books so far this week:
offerings: the art of brom by brom.
a history of mathematics by d.e. smith.
the ladies of grace adieu & other stories by susanna clarke.