Summer Blogging

OK, I know I haven't been around much lately. The whole blogosphere is pretty quiet, and even Miss Snark is taking a few days off. These are the days when I appreciate having a small readership - fewer people to disappoint. Kinda like the days I appreciate being an A-cup, 'cos I can go braless and no one will notice.

I wish I could say I've been doing amazing, glamorous things. Here's what I've really been doing:

My ass has expanded startlingly - as in, my pants suddenly feel like sausage casings - so I've had to do a series of emergency hard-core gym visits. After four days in a row, my ass is still the same size and I'm impatient. Can I look like Keira Knightley already? Jeez.

I'm still writing, but describing writing, while fascinating to the describer, is on a par with watching paint dry for the reader.

That reminds me, I keep meaning to paint. Maybe next weekend.

Work has kicked me in the ass, but it seems to be slowing down a little now, thank God.

The guy and I made the mistake of renting the first DVD of the new Battlestar Galactica series. "Ha ha, let's give it ten minutes and see how bad it is," we said foolishly. Seven DVD's later, we're stuck in the middle of Season Two and the video store doesn't have any more of them. Hello!! Commander Adama just launched hostile marines on a fellow battleship to prevent the execution of two of his men. We're dying here!! Holy crap, is it ever good. Evil, but good.

There was a barbecue in there somewhere. No - two.

I've been reading. I followed Venetia with Sebastian Junger's A Death in Belmont - talk about a change of pace. That book haunted me for days. It's - sort of - about the Boston Strangler, but it isn't sensational True Crime. It's more of a meditation, an examination of murder and what it does, the ripples it has through society, from the creation of victims (of all kinds) to the creation of more murderers. There are only three small black and white pictures in the book, none of them of crime scenes or victims. This isn't a gory recreation. It's much more painful, and fascinating. I loved it - but I found it really sad.

There's been some beer, but not copious amounts. Still, could be related to the aforesaid expanding ass.

That's about it, really. My braless time. After Labor Day, I guess I'll gear up and put the bra back on again. Not like anyone will notice.