dork day parade

my full-steam-ahead day actually was pretty productive. i did some laundry, even going so far as to fold it and put it away; finished another book and went to the library to get some more. it's almost midnight and i am still awake, and all this without a nap or even a whole shitload of coffee! someone put a gold star next to my name, baby.

the library was a total dork-out extravaganza for me. i picked up a marjane satrapi book i didn't even know existed, the frank book by jim woodring that is blowing my mind, a philip k. dick anthology, a book by cory doctorow (i'm curious--i read a lot of boing boing, will i like the book?), another craig thompson*, and one more for the road by ray bradbury. i really, really don't want to go to sleep any time soon, i'm in one of those stay-up-all-night-with-a-book moods. when i was a kid i would spend all summer up late into the night/early into the morning reading. that was my favorite part of summer break; the endless hours spent in bed or on the couch or at the beach reading. sure, that might not make me the most svelte or athletic girl on earth, but there are a few sci-fi dork-boys out there who don't mind.

speaking of dork-boys, we got a new one at work and he is cute enough to put in your pocket. he clued me into the emerald city comicon and i'm trying to wrangle my favorite oregonians into coming on up for the festivities. i think tiernan will be old enough to have fun, and we'll get to see lots of grown-ups dressed like characters which is really fun for the whole family.

and last but not least; i don't do book reviews the same justice as spacebeer does but i have to recommend ray bradbury's cat's pajamas. there were stories in there i re-read before returning it to the library, stories with endings that were confusing and wonderful, sad and sometimes sweet. i am a huge fan of short stories and think they don't get enough credit. it's hard to put much into such a small space, and they have to get you where you're going in a quick and timely fashion, without feeling small and somehow short. his short stories suck you right in and are so beautifully written. my sister is into "serious" literature and makes fun of my love of sci-fi and fiction, but no matter how you slice it, ray bradbury is a damn good writer. which is why i'm so hesitant to give into sleep, thinking maybe just one more cup of tea and a story or two of his before bed...

*about blankets...i devoured in a few sitting thanks to it being beautiful and engrossing, although i didn't much care for the story. is that awful? i mean, i didn't hate it, obviously, but i wasn't brought up in a very religious household and therefore never had to deal with a lot of the issues he did. i knew a lot of my friends went through similar things, and to be honest i never got it much then either. plus, sometimes it felt a little "poor me." the overwhelming god-y ness of it was hard for me, though, i think because i wasn't expecting it. i assume my comics are secular, dammit! or at least, jewish.