Becsamillion (eccentricartist) wrote,

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In order to make this a total links-fest

My sis has our whole yardsale debacle covered in a far more entertaining fashion than I could manage ... Hi,sienamystic!

As for the rest of my weekend:

Why on earth do I push myself so much? I've got a bit of a headache hovering between my eyebrows at the moment, most likely caused by lack of sleep. On a up-note, I learned that I've got myself well enough programmed that even if I dazedly turn off my alarm, I can still wake up in time to get to work. One minute it's 8:30, the next thing I know it's 9:53. Good thing I don't need to leave until 10:12. Yes, I do have it down to the minute. Any later and I get to work 5 minutes late. Of course, knowing that hasn't really stopped me from being late, but I am trying to be better.

This weekend job isn't anywhere near as bad as I had originally thought it would be. It eats up my days and all that driving around is rather exhausting, but it is still infinitely better than returning to retail hell. I've been whingeing to my friends about how the two people who were supposed to share shifts with me didn't deign to show, but all in all it made things a lot easier. Time went by faster, I could take my breaks when I wanted, and, best of all, I didn't have to deal with crazy lady. Highlight of my weekend right there, kids.

Anywhoodle, I'm currently working my way through several books. Almost done with The Cunning Man by Robertson Davies, which isn't quite to my taste but isn't badly done either. I don't know that I would recommend it ... there are parts I ended up skimming, especially when he quotes Chips' letters. Reread Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett, and realized just what it is that leads me to favor his middle-career books. The most recent ones are just slightly starting to slip in quality, although nowhere near what happens to most writers when they hold on to a series (I'm looking at you, Anne McCaffery and Piers Anthony. Sheesh). The very early ones have all the seeds of his best books in them, but it took him some time to polish them up. What bothered me (mildly - it was still a great book) in Equal Rites was a weak ending. He provides this great climactic almost-complete resolution. Then? Ties it all up in a few lines. Terry. Terry, Terry, Terry. That was unsatisfying. Don't give me some vague statement on how they went on to do things. Either leave it entirely open ended (as he has chosen to do in later books, and as I think he should) or give a thorough conclusion. None of this "So they went on and did important things. Fin." Thanks.
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