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Five random thoughts make a post...

So we'll see how I do.
  1. The boy was casting about for a book to read a few evenings ago, so I gave him a pile of things he hadn't read before. He asked which I recommended, so I pulled out Uninvited by Justine Musk. He read it. He liked it. He said he thinks there ought to be a sequel.
  2. Rachael Ray should be paying me a commission. I have raved about my RR meals so much that two of the people who sit in my area at work have bought a RR book in the last month.
  3. Last night I went through my giant filing cabinet. My god, I have a lot of first drafts that have never seen eyeballs again. I had come up with the crazy idea that I should apply to Viable Paradise, so I was looking for something to brush up and send in. My brain had fixated on one particular story, which I never found (however, I did find the stocks I was looking for about three years ago). I guess when you write a page per day for 15 years, that piles up. Ugh.
  4. A lot of the books I read come from the library. Unfortunately, a lot of the books I want to read are only at the Merrill Collection, which is part of the TPL group of libraries. I gather the Merrill Collection is a fabulous and world-famous thing. It has tons of rare and obscure SF titles. Unfortunately, when I look in the catalog online and I see something is in the Merrill Collection, I can't place a hold on a book there. You can't take books out of the Merrill Collection. I guess that's to protect its completeness. Apparently, you can go down to the branch that houses the Merrill Collection, and go in and read the books there, but you can't take them out. I don't know. I've never seen it. One time, a long time ago, I went down to that branch (it's near the UofT campus). It might have been when I lived in the downtown core, or maybe one day when I was trapped downtown. But I didn't actually see the Merrill Collection. I can't remember if it had different hours than the rest of the branch, or if it was open. But in order to access it, you had to go through a different door, and I think I was intimidated. It seems like hoarding to me.
  5. Why is it always apples that are magical in stories? I'm pretty sure these clementines are more magicker. And that's only partly because they're seedless.

Wow, I've got nothing.

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