katestine: (reading)
I'd been looking for yet another book on dinosaurs, preferably Montanan ones, in preparation for my trip to the Museum of the Rockies, but Jack Horner's new book is all about the possibility of a Jurassic Park :( I recognized Lowell Dingus' name though from my last bout of dino interest; turns out he works for what my sister charmingly calls "the place up the street with the dinosaurs."

Turns out a third of his Hell Creek, Montana is about dinosaur hunting in the Hell Creek area of Mt; the rest is a paleontologist's take on Lewis & Clark, Custer's last stand, the Montana Freemen, and the future of the area. The most interesting parts were the chapters about Harley Garbani, a fossil-hunter who dug up multiple T. rex's in the area and a personal friend of the author, and the K-T extinction controversy, in which Dingus participated. If you're interested in the K-T extinction, Dingus has a whole separate book about it. Dingus clearly loves the area, but since I'll never be closer than two and a half hours away, well, this book didn't do much for me.

Not helping was that the language is unnecessarily complex. The text is studded with five dollar words, and I don't mean technical ones. Actually, more technical terms would have been welcome :(

I'd feel extra-bad that I chose this as our most recent book club book, except that our last book was The Italian Secretary and y'all know how good that was :-P If I get through all my guidebooks in time (the trip is less than a month away and I haven't booked a single motel room yet) and the geology books, I'd tackle another book about the sorts of dinos in the area, but I'm not sure if they were horned.
katestine: (shoot my daughter)
You're not going to believe this, but I called my incompetent GP and got a referral, which was for a general surgeon whose office is near my apt. And got an appt for Weds, hurrah.

I wish I knew why I was so resistant to calling the orthopedic surgeon the PT god suggested. I feel like I'm wasting his heap-big time with my itty-bitty shoulder issue. I mean, the dude who went to med school 50 years ago says it's a fat deposit, the anatomy dork who listens to me bitch about it in exquisite detail (and yet keeps listening bc he's a masochist) says it's a really awful case of bursitis. I figure the general surgeon can handle either, hm? (My sister thinks I should see an oncological something or other, but then there's a reason she's not the person I want making my medical decisions and I've told everyone in my family so.)

I had some cutting remark about the fellow I've been chatting up on OkCupid, but I can't remember it and I'm late for Crossfit. Time to see if some power cleans will make my shoulder feel better.

Edit: why is it always the fugliest guys who are the most looksist?

Edit2: The instructor was kawaii with his flummoxed expression at my complete inability to grok the hang clean, but ultimately I'm unconvinced today made me stronger. There'll be a poll question about this soon, oh yes.
katestine: (reading)
I've been following the Empress' advice and keeping short stories for bedtime reading, so that I actually get some sleep, instead of getting caught up in the story and not going to to bed until 1 ay-em. :O It helps if they're not very good though.

I was excited about Speaking with the Angel, wherein Nick Hornby got a bunch of his friends and family to write stories to benefit the autism school his son attends, esp. since Colin Firth wrote for him! Unfortunately, the stories are terrible. Not only can Colin Firth not sing, he can't write. I mean, it's grammatical and even coherent, but why would I read this? Several professional writers contributed as well and I enjoyed Robert Harris' and Helen Fieldings' stories, but really, there's no real reason to ever pick this one up :(

I was looking for the second Firefly graphic novel and instead found that Joss Whedon wrote an X-men graphic novel. I hadn't realized how well my comic book dealer has been taking care of me, giving me things I might enjoy without knowing all the backstory, until I randomly tried to read this. Look, I've only seen the movies, so I don't know who Nick Fury or Peter Rasputin are, and the only reason I recognized Emma Frost is bc said comic book dealer once mentioned her as being hot. Fail. I recognize it's on my part, for trying to randomly pick up a comic book, not the author's.

I loved the Jim Butcher Harry Dresden story from Mean Streets, but the Simon R. Green Nightside story was so bad, I'm scared to read the rest of the book. I thought I'd read a different Nightside story once upon a time, but this was so annoying, surely I'd remember reading anything like it. Maybe it's a convention of the noir-mystery genre, but every single page was half description and really, after the first three times you described why Nightside is not safe for nice people, I got it. Really. Show, don't fargin' tell. The other problem is that the apex of the depravity of this place is sex with a computer (spoiler) and really, once you've lost a day to reading robot pr0n, it's not a big deal. Is the rest of his stuff better?

Oh well, the library sent me pretty much half my request list, so I came home yesterday with a shopping bag full of books. Surely there'll be something good in there...
katestine: (hrg)
This was a bizarrely social weekend. The two seders were fine. Read more... )

I got almost nothing done Fri, thanks to waking up in A Mood and then trawling the dark side of the Intarwebs for HRG icons. There's a lot of ghastly lj's out there by people who seriously need to get a life; I got a few satisfactory icons but I think it would've been faster to learn to use Photoshop myself though.

It was nice to see folks I rarely get to see. I saw Kat twice! and had dinner (and book delivery & discussion!) with [livejournal.com profile] thewronghands. Sat I did Nancy and got a visit from Clark Kent that has me grinning two days later. I started studying that night - only to fall quickly and deeply asleep on my books. d'oh!

Sun morning, the Lifebringer brought me coffee. It was fully caffeinated, so I was a crackmonkey for several hours before falling asleep on my books again. It took him forever to convince me I wouldn't get weaker from doing Crossfit and that gals who are frantically cramming their brain with arcane knowledge should NOT take up hobbies where they need to learn new techniques like martial arts or pole dancing or rock climbing. And he, alas, pointed out that I'm happiest when I'm sore from something and I'll probably spend the three weeks of the class horribly sore, so. Also, all the cool kids are doing it. Then the Easter Spider dropped off a basket for me YAAY!

I ran a 6mi loop and then my sister came over. I thought she was stopping by to pick up stuff, but she decided to hang out while I took a bath and give herself a mask at the same time. It was nice to hear all about why our cousin's going to McGill and why our baby cousin is obsessed with duckies. (Apparently she was traumatized when Bbro ripped the head off a marzipan duck and ate it in front of her.) Unfortunately, it meant I got no more studying done last night, so I've still got a pset to go before I'm done with the engineering units. I'd say "Surely this is the end of the really hard stuff," but every time I come to a new section, I declare, "I'm not smart enough to understand this," and then I do. I'm still glad I only have to demonstrate how this stuff is used and not calculate though. And then this week is more extreme socialness, so I don't know when I'll catch up.

I mentioned in passing that I'd be signing up for the xfit elements class and my sister immediately got excited and decided she wanted to do it too. We took the last two spots in the six person class and I fell asleep thinking about all the ways this could go horribly wrong. Like, seeing a relative twice a week wrong. And then I dreamed that the xfit class was crowded and people kept taking my towel or my spot on the floor and then they organized the class into groups based on testosteroneyness and I got put in the highest group so I was stuck with all these gorilla guys. It was horrible and I was so relieved to finally wake up.
katestine: (ppkate)
Why don't doctors prescribe hot sex for insomnia???



It's a good thing too bc they started demolition of my bathroom yesterday. I'm so not in the mood to take all my showers at NYSC and use my kitchen sink for personal stuff. (I have a weird psychlim about even brushing my teeth outside the bathroom.) Having anything in my apt disturbed makes me a little crazy, to the point that I can barely have houseguests when I'm not around, so having construction guys coming to my apt every day, let alone inhabiting most of my living room with a shop vac and dumpster, is making me slightly crazy. Really, I think I might need a sedative for the next two weeks.

Not sure why LJ scrapbook decided to rotate the pictures - they looked fine in Elements. Anyhow, you get the idea.

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