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Finished this one during the camping trip.  Fun little Albert E. Cowdry bit in his New Orleans universe (which I love).  A fucking marvelous horror piece by Laird Barron (Hallucigenia).  And another lovely movie review by Lucius Shepard (even if he does end up reviewing BloodRayne -- which sounds so bad I might have to rent it).

A number of very enjoyable stories.  In particular, Journey into the Kingdom by M. Rickert was exceptional.  It caught me by surprise several times and contained many good things along the way.  And it still managed to be a couple different kinds of creepy ghost story.

Somewhere in the middle I grabbed this off of wstockall's shelf.  I hadn't read it before.  Classic LMB, of course.  Which is why I borrowed it.

I read this over our camping trip to Aylmer and apparently forgot to write it down.

This was good, although the ending left me wondering if there was another book and if so what that book would be about.  Because I didn't get the impression that everything was exactly resolved if you know what I mean.  So I could see reading more of his stuff.

Best cure for getting that icky taste out of your head...well done pulp.

I liked this book a lot.  Which is good, since wstockall lent me all four of the ones he had.

Oh, happy day!  They've posted 50 movie shorts on the internets.  Where's my truck (I eschew tubes)?  Must watch The Cat Came Back!  Or The Big Snit!

New pack, new boots, and a new water bottle.  The pack was marvelous.  The boots were okay but I did get some blisters on my right heel (not the spot I thought I'd have trouble with!).  The new water bottle is dented and sits too high in the belt holster (it rubs on my elbow when I'm walking with the hiking poles), but it leaves less aftertaste than the nalgene bottles.

Also, I have pictures.

This is pretty good, at least for players of the game.  Apparently, the creators of the comic are German and some nice folks are translating it to English.

But I can't help myself this time.  Stephen Colbert asking a wingnut to list the 10 Commandments.

I was working with the instructor during class and heard it start pissing down outside.  While I was folding my hakama, the judo guys were trickling in, and I mean trickling.  They were soaked through and forming puddles wherever they stood.

I get around the corner from the room and the water running down the stairs outside was rising against the outside doors until it was up on the glass (like 5 cm or so), running through the cracks between the doors, leaving a centimeter or so standing in the entry way and rushing under the second set of doors into the hallway.  They were getting the shop vac out and trying to clear the grate there when I went to change.

I got off the #6 bus at 99th and Whyte to transfer to my next bus.  The water running south down 99th was level with the curb in the right lane although it wasn't that deep across the entire road.  The northwest corner of the intersection, where the grate meets the sidewalk, had a deep pool of water around it and a miniature maelstrom about 30cm across centered on the grate.  Given the depth of the water it was giving small compact cars pause before turning right there.

I'm wondering if anyone was kayaking down the Whitemud tonight?