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My laptop is currently M.I.A., due to it really being quite broken and handed to my Father with the request of "Oh my god, please fix this or I will cry a bunch."

My laptop. With all my vacation photos on it. Basically why I haven't posted anything about San Francisco since I've been home. That and, holy crap, work. As soon as my laptop is back, I'll slap together a Frisco post, complete with lovely pictures of roadside attractions and Italian cemeteries.

I've started sewing a dress, which may have been slightly ill-advised, but what I've managed to finish so far looks pretty Not Bad, so I may work a little on that today. I have a meeting with Vincent the Director this evening to talk about reshoots and projects for 2009. I haven't seen him in months, so it'll be good to sit down for coffee with him. He's a cool dude.

I just finished reading Choke by Chuck Palahniuk in, oh, two sittings, and I did love it, even if I feel a little like I just got out of a really screwed up, really intense relationship that turned into a total mindf**k right at the end, but I kinda miss it... But a seriously good book. Can't wait to see if they can pull it off in the movie. If nothing else, Sam Rockwell. Can't go wrong there. For serious.

Now I'm jumping back into Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore, which I had been reading when Choke hijacked my attention and wouldn't let it go. It's just the sort of book to bring you back to some sense of sanity after a book like Choke. Both books also have a whole Jesus/How Does One Go About Being The Savior, Anyway? thing going on, which seems to be a nice little theme for my reading in September. Totally accidental, though it may be.

The next book on my priorities list comes out next week. That's right, NEW NEIL GAIMAN. I've only been waiting for this book for two years. The excitement borders on ridiculous.

Anyway, brushing my teeth probably wouldn't be a bad idea right about now. And maybe finding some breakfast in my foodless house. Yes, I think that's where I'll start.

Sometimes I wonder how anyone ever grows up at all.

I don't have a lot of time because I need to get up early for work tomorrow, but I felt the need to say this:

I spent the whole day reading Suzy, Led Zeppelin, and Me by Martin Millar.



I've been a fan of Millar for a while and am super jazzed that his books are being republished. Good Fairies of New York was fantastic and Sarah and I have bought Lonely Werewolf Girl for I think about five people now. That being said, my expectations for Suzy, Led Zeppelin, and Me were that it would be fun and lovely, like the rest of his work.

It surpassed all of my expectations. The book is weirdly moving and sort of perfect, if music meant a lot to you as a kid.

It's not a book about Led Zeppelin. I know it's in the title and they're all over the book, but it really could have been about any band. It's a book about being 14, being a geek, being patheticly in love, and turning to music because it's the one thing at that age that doesn't disappoint.

I won't go on and on. It's sweet, funny, honest, sad, and not at all angsty. It has dragons, Atlantis, a zeppelin filled with the ghosts of dead rock stars, and it means a whole lot to me. I don't know why Martin Millar isn't a rock star to everyone, but he is to me.

It's my new favorite book.

Buy it. It's worth it. And a far better use of time than those Twilight books I know everyone's so damn fond of.

Also... It's short, so why not! You can't argue with that.