To Mister Christopher Rowe! Who is not your lord and savior, but is currently playing me Schoolhouse Rock videos on YouTube (pronouns!).*
Wish him a merry birthday, y’all.
*Except this was pre-posted at 11:18, so we’re probably asleep right now.
Twas the night before Christmas Eve and all through the house … you could hear me complaining about Lush’s overpriced and underwhelming shipping options. After finally deciding I couldn’t bear to pay so much in shipping in order to get a Godiva solid shampoo (and conditioner) bar in time to take to Vermont (less stuff! less stuff to cart to dorm showers!), I idly started googling for alternatives. It turns out that Amazon also sells Lush products — and with far better shipping rates and times (in theory anyway on the times — we’ll see). I even had a little Amazon gift cert laying about, so I’m practically a paragon of virtue over here.
Anyway, one thing they don’t sell on Amazon are the solid shampoo _tins_. I’m sure I can manage a workaround, but on the off chance someone has an extra and wants to mail it to me in the next couple of weeks (anytime before Jan. 6), well, you’d be the awesomest of all time. And I’d owe you a drink. Drop me an email if you need the address; I’d pay shipping, of course.
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to Mr. Scalzi on Itzkoff’s huge NYTBR piece on his work this week. And here’s Scalzi’s response.
An article in the NYT about why messiness and clutter are golden, in which my neatness strategy is revealed as a sham:
It’s also nice to remember, as Mr. Freedman pointed out, that almost anything looks pretty neat if it’s shuffled into a pile.
Ouch. There’s a glossary o terms. In addition to the vertical mess, I may also be guilty of the cyclical mess, the minimess, the heaped mess, and the satellite mess. In other words: all of them. And, yet, our place is always fairly inhabitably tidy-ish. Go figure. Maybe if it were Even Messier, we would be Even More Productive.
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Futuristic showers.
I’ve read several science fiction novels lately and actually this sin was only committed 1.5 times in the course of three books. Still, I’ve encountered it enough now that it makes me want to hurl a book across the room, then jump and down while yelling at it.
Here’s the thing: Showers actually work pretty well. Water sprays out onto body, body gets clean (add soap in there somewhere). Do we really believe that there is a far better way that technology will find? I don’t. If showering changes, my guess is it will be for the worse, because of lack of energy or fresh water. And that’s okay, that would be interesting, but any time a character in a science fiction novel is luxuriating in a fancy shower with multiple sprays or a weird door or whatever? It’s just gratuitous window-dressing. And it makes me want to kill.
That is all.
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