Craving Apple Cobbler

Sunday was a very unpleasant day. I will just say "food poisoning" and leave out the details, OK? OK. This blog post will be a summary of unrelated things that happened in the meanwhile.

While I was out of commission, I grabbed one of the unread sci-fi books off my shelf and read it. It was called "Star Man's Son," and it was pretty bad. The book is about a strapping young lad who wanders the post-nuclear countryside looking like Conan the Barbarian and accumulating injuries. And oh, the injuries! Gashes, burns, fractures, concussions, stab wounds, poison, numbness in the extremities ... and you sort of get the feeling that the author was restraining herself in order to keep the hero mobile. Never fear, she introduces a companion partway in, and they spend much of the remainder of the book nursing each other back to health while fleeing the ever pursuing spiky/hot/feral/dangerous things. They got captured and recaptured so many times that I lost count. The rest of the book is largely a sermon whose gist I can sum up thusly: "Nuclear war is bad." Enlightening.

I also read through the last few Megatokyo books again. Fred's a genius. Then I got addicted to Vox Angeli's "Les Promesses" and memorized the lyrics, which was good French practice. I was sort of tempted to post a translation here, but that's a lot of work, and most likely no one cares. It's an angsty song about childhood dreams fading and dying as we grow up. This is a much beloved theme in French art, which perhaps explains why France is grumpy.

I had apple cobbler a couple of hours ago and it was goooood. Nothing like drastic starvation to make food taste incredible. I just finished a bunch of laundry, so now it's time for bed. Light dreams!