Greg's navel gazing

I was reading an article about an attempt to rename a mountain called Negro Mountain in Pennsylvania, and there was a line in the story of "They don't call Mount McKinley `White Man Mountain.'" and the only thing that went through my mind was "No, they call it Denali".

testing to see if this still works.

Saw the movie yesterday with vvalkyri. My first les Mis other than the Liam Neeson movie, which was most certainly not a musical. I'm confused as to if I'm supposed to be liking the Eponine character, and her involvement in the love triangle with Marius and Cosette. I'm perfectly fine with disliking Thénardiers (in spite of the fact that Helen Bonham Carter and Sasha Baron Cohen stole the show with their over the top comedic relief), but I started out all 'boo hiss' with Eponine but by the end of the movie I was sad for her. Is she *supposed* to be an honorable character? The movie didn't have Eponine abusing Cosette as a youngster, and as a young adult Eponine did deliver the note to Marius, and I can't think of any reason not to consider her as sympathetic as any of the other young idiots who got them a case of dead going up against the French army.

Thoughts?

Rest in peace Sierra.

Today in Panera's I saw a cute young thing, probably early 20's, wearing a white frilly blouse, with thin shoulder straps, cut low enough I could see her belly button jewlery. The thought that went through my mind was "she should put on a sweater, she's going to get cold", followed by "damn, I'm old".

Lois McMaster Bujold will be at the National Book Festival on the Mall in Washington, D.C., sponsored by the Library of Congress, on Sunday September 23rd.

http://www.loc.gov/bookfest/

She will be speaking at 12:55 PM, and signing at 2:30 PM.

More info here:

http://www.loc.gov/bookfest/author/lois_mcmaster_bujold

Jim Butcher this morning tweeted that he was eating home made fruit rollups. Oh, and he had also finished "Cold Days".

I was observing in Flagstaff last week, and had to change plans to come home early due to the storms. I estimated the plane cost by taking half the orgional costs, and adding on the cost of the new return flight. The Pointy Headed folk told me I needed a refund receipt, so I spent an hour getting the form, and faxing it to the right people, all to find out that I was entitled to $5.40 more than I had put down for. I think the tax payers got screwed on that deal.

My normal routine is to get up early, do Sierra care (which includes shoving half a dozen pills down her throat while she protests, the ungrateful wench), shower, dress, and then take my own meds before leaving for work. While I was getting my meds ready I had this feeling of deja vu, and a feeling of something being wrong. I've learned a long time ago to listen to those warning signs, so I looked down at my meds to figure out what was wrong, and realized I was preparing Sierra's meds, not mine. Oops!