William Gibson, voting, book club.
Mar. 27th, 2007 09:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
featherynscaleI had William Gibson dreams last night. Man, I hate that guy. Mostly I hate him for building such interesting cities, and making such dull things happen in them. I hate him for misusing the aesthetic. And I hate him for Johnny Mnemonic. (Rollins was cool in the movie, though. Gibson can eff up a lot of things, but nobody can make Rollins look bad.) But anyway.
Somehow, it was election day today. In my brain, elections happen in April. I'm a little confused as to when I am. I voted anyway. If it should turn out that these were not real elections, and the real elections are the first Tuesday in April, like always, I suppose I'll vote again next week.
Druid book club was lightly attended last night (Peter B. Ellis' "The Druids"), but still a wretched amount of fun. (At one point,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saffronhare said, "You know, I read this book, but I was not as critical as you guys. It's good to be in a room with people who are smarter than me." agrnmn told her we weren't smarter, we were just bigger dicks. Saff concurred, or was at least willing to allow that we were more likely to wave our dicks around.) Any book club meeting in which a fair amount of time is spent parodying the author is a good use of my time, I think. Also, I learned where Transalpine Gaul and Cisalpine Gaul were. Note to authors: if you are going to talk about countries that do not currently exist, it is okay to include a map. Nobody will confuse you with Tolkien. And we uneducated bastards will thank you for it. KTHXBYE.
Somehow, it was election day today. In my brain, elections happen in April. I'm a little confused as to when I am. I voted anyway. If it should turn out that these were not real elections, and the real elections are the first Tuesday in April, like always, I suppose I'll vote again next week.
Druid book club was lightly attended last night (Peter B. Ellis' "The Druids"), but still a wretched amount of fun. (At one point,
saffronhare said, "You know, I read this book, but I was not as critical as you guys. It's good to be in a room with people who are smarter than me." agrnmn told her we weren't smarter, we were just bigger dicks. Saff concurred, or was at least willing to allow that we were more likely to wave our dicks around.) Any book club meeting in which a fair amount of time is spent parodying the author is a good use of my time, I think. Also, I learned where Transalpine Gaul and Cisalpine Gaul were. Note to authors: if you are going to talk about countries that do not currently exist, it is okay to include a map. Nobody will confuse you with Tolkien. And we uneducated bastards will thank you for it. KTHXBYE.