September 14th, 2008

going nuclear

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And then, before I went to sleep, I picked up the book I'd gotten from the library yesterday, and it turned out to be useless, sensationalistic crap, called Hunter: The Strange and Savage Life of Hunter S. Thompson by E. Jean Carroll. Worthless, and filled with what seems to be mostly exagerated prevarications of a sexual nature. Deep sixed the book in only a few pages.

On to something better.
Dead Dog Cat

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Being driven around so much today allowed me to finish a short book by Mike Resnick called A Club in Montmartre: An Encounter with Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, a book that evokes the life of the artist. Nicely done.

This morning, and through much of the afternoon, we took froghugger up to Oak Glen, tasting apples and cider, and lugging home bushels of same. This then led to production of copious quantities of apple butter, apple sauce, and apple pies. Yumminess abounds.