What I’m reading: The Spy in the Ointment, by Donald Westlake. I checked this book out of my local library around 25 years ago, and I decided to go back and check to see if it’s still there. After they computerized the system, they threw out the old sign-out cards, so there’s no sign of when I actually took this one out. But I think I was around 11 or 12 years old. It’s a hoot of a caper novel, so I’ll probably return to some of those Dortmunder novels that I was too young to understand.
What I’m listening to: Mind How You Go
What I’m watching: Not much. Watched the third episode of Mad Men (season 1), and am still sorta eh about it. I guess the aspect I find the most interesting is the way the female characters are all portrayed as stunted, crippled personae. But maybe I’m more fascinated by the way that, at certain angles, Jon Hamm resembles Steve Carrell with a much smaller nose.
What I’m drinking: I’m out of Plymouth gin, so it’s back to Wet by Beefeater.
What Rufus is up to: Having his Saturday night bath and smelling nice and fresh. Oh, and playing with his new hedgehog toy, which I’ve alternately named Hedge Fun and Hedgie Murat.
Where I’m going: Atlanta in a couple of weeks, but nowhere this week.
What I’m happy about: Getting out to the Giants game on Sunday!
What I’m sad about: The realization that I’m likely never going to see my copies of Grant Morrison’s Bible John comic, having lent them to Chip Delany a number of years ago.
What I’m pondering: Lydia Hearst: Hot or not? Broken reflection of Heather Graham or not?
Lydia Hearst’s “stepfather” Jay McInerny is coming to my class Wednesday!
So, I’ll pose your question to him?
Seems to me that’d be the wrongest person to ask . . .