January 7th, 2011

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What a crap day, yesterday.

It opened well enough, with me giving a friend some advice about his illness over the phone, and then almost immediately thereafter, we learned that another friend's 18-year-old son had hung himself. I'm fairly articulate, but I just don't have the words to express myself. We've known this child from his and his twin's birth, and we've watched him grow, and we're stunned.

Work was very busy, with me making eleven stops between hospitals, nursing homes and house calls, and even there I got another kick in the crotch when I had to break the news to a woman that she has metastatic breast cancer. She didn't take it well, of course. That's when the headache started.

It seemed like forever, but I finally got home. My beloved was kind enough to feed me some delicious duck and bacon sausages, which hit the spot nicely. I then tried to vegetate with the TV. I cleared the DVR, and then put on a newly-arrived DVD from Netflix of ST:DS9, but near the end of the second episode, the DVD failed. Ack.

I finished the evening with another disc, Lone Wolf and Cub: Sword of Vengeance, a movie, not a TV show, and I found that although the gore was over the top, the cinematography and use of terrain was better than in the TV series I recently watched. Not bad. Same adventures as in the manga, apparently.
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On the reading front, I got my hands on a comic book this week, and finished it yesterday before the feces hit the air conditioner.

I think that I'm going to open the year with being a little more descriptive of the comics that I read, because I'm always afraid of giving out too many spoilers, so I don't say all that much.

This comic was Sweets #4 of 5; it's a detective story about a serial killer set in New Orleans just as Hurricane Katrina is rolling in. I was intrigued by the setting more than anything, rather than the genre, and some of the artwork sets the stage well for me.

I'm not sure that I'd recommend the series to just anybody; maybe to folks who like detective fiction. Otherwise, pass.

I also dumped my first book of the year, yesterday. I'd taken this one out of the library, called Tree of Smoke by Denis Johnson. I set the bar pretty high for the library books, I guess, because I have so many books I want to read, so if they don't grab me pretty early, I just move on. Let's just say that this novel, which is supposed to be about the CIA in the Vietnam War managed to not grab me at all on page one, and leave it at that.

I'd hoped to post today about my experiences with e-readers, but I don't have time right now, so it'll have to wait. Tomorrow? I don't know.