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4.27.03 @ 10:25pm
Day 2 at our new house: whew! It has been a grueling 2 days. Saturday was very tiring, despite not doing any heavy lifting (my back and my knees hate me). We brought Kitty over late, and he was very nervous about the whole thing. It took him probably 15 minutes just to leave his cat-carrier. We decided to let him come out on his own terms. After he'd been tip-toeing around for a few minutes, pausing every other step to make sure nothing evil was going to jump out at him, we scooped him up and took him on a tour of the house. He's never been anywhere that has an upstairs! The tour ended with him on his house, the smell of which he seemed to really appreciate. The hamster, on the other hand, was awake and looking around during the entire car ride here. I set him down on a box and did some stuff for about 5-10 minutes, and when I came back to check on him, he was zonked out in his little "nest", like he is every day at all hours.

The night was interesting, getting used to the sounds and smells and feel of the new place. Once we'd got the cat settled down enough for us to turn out the lights, we tried keeping the door open just in case he got freaked out, but right as I was falling asleep, the hamster decided to try out his wheel. It's been squeaking really horrendously lately. The first time we heard it, it was the middle of the night a few weeks ago, and we thought it was the fire alarm. We could hear it that loudly from our bedroom, behind a closed door, with our fan going. It's LOUD!

After closing the doors, I slept pretty soundly. Eric said he didn't. We went to FPH for breakfast. I can't believe there's a Family Pancake House in Seattle! Fucking Pig Hangout! Mwahahahahaha!

Then it was onto Lowe's to buy a dryer, about $70 worth of lightbulbs, and a new toilet seat for the master bath. Then onto the apartment to pack the rest of our clothes and clean. We spent all afternoon there, and it's still not quite presentable. Mostly because I need to take a trip to the dump tomorrow to ditch a bunch of crap in the garage.

And *this* place is a disaster area! There are boxes EVERYWHERE. We still have to come up with a plan of attack for the upstairs. Probably get the whole thing recarpted, but before we do that we need to replace the sliding glass door so it doesn't leak onto the new carpet. And now we're told that we need to fix the deck before the door can be installed. And Chuck, Eric's partner, says that it looks like some of our "subfloor", whatever the fuck that is, should be replaced before the door is installed. So: subfloor then deck then door then carpet then moving the rest of the furniture upstairs. And we want this all accomplished in about 2 weeks. Haha! Hoho! Hehe! Guffaw Guffaw. Blargh.

AND, we already have determined that the neighbor across the street is crazy. I somehow missed it, but when everyone drove up here after dinner last night so Heidi & co. could see the house, Heidi got yelled at by our neighbor for parking in front of their un-marked driveway. Get this: they park in their backyard, which has no paved way out, so they roll over their grass yard, over the sidewalk, then over some 2x4's that ease their wheels onto the street. How fucked up is that? Not only is it *weird*, but isn't it illegal to drive on the sidewalk? And this woman threatened to tow Heidi! AFTER Heidi said ok and was following the woman back to move her car! Something about "you folks are moving in, so tell all your friends and family not to park here, or I'll have you towed!" Oh my FUCKING GOD! Heidi said the woman said it like she'd done it before! You can't just call a towing company and tell them to tow someone parking COMPLETELY LEGALLY on the street! What a fucking CRAZY LOON!!!

Dear god. Everything else about the neighborhood seems fine. It's clean, quiet, has kids and dogs and kitties and squirrels running about, and seems to be an interesting mix of lower-middle class to middle-middle class homes. I think the neighbors behind us may be our age, so it would be nice to meet them, but we're just chicken shit. And of course, no one stopped by to say hello. Oh well, maybe someone will soon. Maybe crazy lady will bring apology cookies. Yah, right. And monkies might fly out my butt!

Anyway, I have no idea when I'll be posting this. No internet. Internet may be more than 8 days. Qwest is finding new ways to fuck us, even though they're not our internet provider. I mother-fucking hate Qwest! Eric thinks he can set something up so I can update pages through dial-up, but I have no idea how. He thinks it will be easier once I've gone to OS X. That is on the board to happen sometime this week. But there's ALOT of unpacking to do first. So I'll bid you adieu (blah, sp?). Goodnight, I'm tired.

4.23.03 @ 10:03pm
Well, things are coming to a head faster than I had expected. We've been moving things all week, tomorrow night's the Mariner's game with the family, and Friday we have to pack, pack, PACK! Coz Saturday's moving day! And then, no internet. :(

But what does this mean for you, my dear reader? Not much. Brett has agreed to keep our server up and running so that mysie.com and shilojones.com can stay up. Groovy. But no updates until we get internet at the house. Which I'm told will be no later than Saturday + 8 days. Yah, right. Supposedly, things are much improved since we got Qwest DSL back in the day, and Speakeasy's always been a better company. But I'm still not ready to trust 'em.

Also, no more mail from the madhouse. Bah! Hotmail only from now on, until Eric figures out how to get me to receive mail from Mysie.com.

AND, drum roll please..... I'm upgrading to OS X. BAH! I HATE OS X!!!!! But life is just getting too annoying *not* to upgrade. I figure, it's one more task I can complete during my 8 or so days without internet. *sigh* Maybe it will be easier for Eric to configure things that way.

Anyway, that's about it. No more updates for awhile. But everything will remain up. Drop me a line or sign the book if you have a hankerin'.

4.22.03 @ 9:02am
I've won again! Not one but TWO awards!!! It's so nice to know that I'm not the only one who digs this layout! :)



4.21.03 @ 9:14am
Man, I dreamed about the end of the world last night. Stupid war movies before bed! BAH!!!

On the positive side, I won another award! YAY! Thanks Emma!!!



4.20.03 @ 1:11am
OMG! I just got my first Site Award! Thanks Suzanne! Now I need to build an Awards page!!!

So just a quick update, because I'm really tired. We got possession of our house today, and it's so great! It's very clean. The inside of the fridge is down-right sparkling! The place *really* smells like dog though. The upstairs is almost unbareable. I think the doggie(s) had some extra accidents right before she moved out or something. We made a special trip to the store to buy THREE different deoderant thingees. Driving home, I realized we smelled like orange. The most prominent smell in the house when we left was orange. In fact, I think I can still smell it.

I haven't mentioned this till now, because it sucks and I hate this, but mysie.com may be down for as long as two weeks once we move next weekend. That TOTALLY blows. But Eric thinks it's more important to keep our old phone number, which means we can't switch it over until moving day. And Speakeasy won't put our order in the system for DSL until there is a live phone line at the house. *rolls eyes at husband* Grr. I think they claimed it could be up to 8 days once they put the ticket in. Qwest took more like 3-4 weeks when we moved into this place. Here's to hoping Speakeasy is having a good week the one after next.

OK, I'm off to bed.

4.20.03 @ 10:20pm
God, I think I just watched one of the most disgusting half hours of television ever. Nobody ate bugs. There was no blood. No, there was a woman wagered for by kings, and then she was forced to walk naked among them and their men, then stand on a pedestal as a trophy. To inspire lust and envy in men that could not touch her. But that's just the USA network making shit up, right? Well, the death of Ephegenia by her father's sword for the sake of wind was certainly in the original stories. I knew there was a reason why I hated the story of Helen, Menelaus, and Agamemnon.

Sick, sick shit. A cautionary tale to me though, where no one else sees it. No one smart anyway. Still we war, when these earliest tales were there to tell us of the follies it drives men to. I know this. It's why I don't watch war movies anymore. Saving Private Ryan drove that shit home. So why do we continue to war?

Oh, and I read that some television exec was fired after relating Bush's Homeland Securities policies to pre-WWII Hitler's policies. Well, duh. Actually, he stepped down. What a fucking wuss. He hit the fucking nail on the head. Bush is inches away from bringing back McCarthyism, America's version of state-sanctioned discrimination and terror. How can you ignore the similarities?

People suck.



4.18.03 @ 11:38pm
Just finished watching a particularly devestating episode of Law and Order: SVU. About a woman who kills a man who tried to rape her, but they find out she's not really a woman, and everything goes downhill from there. I was really happy with how well they did this episode. They were very sensitive. Benson impressed me even more than usual with her ability to empathize to the girl. Stabler was his usual, I'm kinda-liberal, kinda-conservative, wishy-washy guy who just wishes he could be home with his family. The whole episode struck me as accurate and very well done. Of course, the moment GID was brought up in the court room, it sent a chill down my spine. I was crying by the end of the episode.

GID, Gender Identity Dysphoria (or Disorder), is the reason why I didn't pursue my Master's degree and a career in Psychology. My last quarter at the UW, I took a class in children's mental disorders. I discovered that GID is listed as a "disorder" in the DSM-IV, the Psychiatric community's Diagnostic and Statistical Manual. I knew that homosexuality had only been removed from the list in 1973, but had no idea anyone thought that transexuals were diseased. I was disgusted. I became increasingly aware of the need for psychology/psychiatry to pigeon-hole people in order to diagnose them. Supposedly it's to "help" them get better, but when you're looking at children and trying to check off some list of things wrong with them and there's shit there about whether or not they properly accept the sexuality they were born with, it was so damned obvious to me that there was something very, very wrong going on.

I've always felt that I should have been stronger. I should have pursued it. Tried to change it. But I didn't have the stomach for that. And the fact that I was especially interested in helping teens with gender and sexuality problems was especially problematic: my own mental health being what it was, I became terrified that if I pursued my dream, one of those kids would eventually commit suicide, and I would just lose it.

So I became a bookkeeper. Yep, life is strange. And I'm a pussy.

I have no idea why I have such strong feelings in this area. Since high school, I've had strong feelings about homosexuality. Transexuals share alot of the same problems as homosexuals. But their case is still unique. Because unlike a gay person having to reject society and accept what their body is telling them, transexuals have to reject society AND their body, and listen to only their heart, and possibly sculpt their body to better suit their heart. How frightening.

If you're still one of the people who thinks transexuals are creepy, I know it's hard for you to take my word for it that they're humans just like us. Some of them are actually hermaphridites, born with the sex organs of both genders, a decision of gender forced upon them by their parents at birth. Most just grow up thinking that there's something wrong with their body, and eventually start doing more and more things to change that body, even if just cosmetically, so that they can be happy. Some of the male to female transexuals still dig chicks. Some of the female to male transexuals still dig men. Their sexuality is still just as likely (I think) to be homosexual or straight as a non transexual. They just have a problem with their body.

I can't think of many movies that cover transexuals, so the SVU episode, although difficult, was a good one if you'd like to see what I'm talking about. There is a movie where one of the supporting characters is a very human transexual, a wishy-washy parent but basically a very good person. It's called The Adventures of Sebastian Cole. I thought it was a little boring, but the characters were quite intriguing and complex, including Hank/Henrietta.

As far as books, I'm always raving about Imajica by Clive Barker whenever I get the chance. The reason why is because it's the most beautiful love story I've ever read. A love story between a man and a person of a third gender, a sort of shape-shifting humanoid who can be male or female, but in actual form has altogether different sex organs than either of those sexes. Once again, the characters are complex, and that makes it so compelling. Plus, the mystery is interesting, the worlds created are fascinating, and I really like the story in general. Everyone should go read it. Now!

4.18.03 @ 10:35pm
this week has been filled with the good and the bad. luckily, none of the ugly. the work week started badly with lots of stress, but i think i'm getting a handle on purchasing. i actually look forward to purchasing now. and usually receiving isn't that big of a deal either. but of course my health went and fucked all that up today.

i've been trying to deal with my menstrual cramp problems since 1994 or so. ever since i went off the pill, they've been monstrous. years of downing increasing amounts of ibuprofen built up my tolerance, and i changed to ibuprofen with tylenol, staggering the doses so i was taking something every 2 hours, since nothing was lasting the whole 4 hours. taking normal dosage recommendations didn't work, so i increased the doses of both. and got so much drugs in my system i started puking my guts up and couldn't stop for a few hours. that was probably around '98. i switched to high dosage ibuprofen and staggering low-dosage tylenol. that never really worked, and my little over-dose just got me leary to take drugs in general. so half of me is screaming for drugs, and the other half shakes in her boots at the prospects of possibly puking it up a half hour later. about a year ago i switched to aleve. it worked remarkably well, but i've had to take increasingly higher doses over the last few months. last month, i was so confident i finally had a good system. 4 pills initial onset, 3 pills every 4 hours after that. way more than the daily amount, but i only need it for 3 or possibly 4 days a month. my therapist, who is actually a NP who can prescribe drugs, assures me 3 days a month will not fuck with my liver or any of the other things that taking too much ibuprofen or other pain relievers can do. but it seems last month was a fluke, an "easy" month. this month is a fucking killer. i've been taking 4 pills every 3 hours for 24 hours now. and it takes 30-90 minutes for the drugs to make the cramps go away. isn't this the life?

so i was up most of the night. got some sleep early this morning with intentions of going in late, but when i woke up, it was to more cramps. it's been a really evil day. i feel like i just lost all credibility at work.

eric says i should see a doctor. i have seen lots of doctors. the increased dosages of ibuprofen AND tylenol at the same time that caused me to puke my guts up? recommended by my doctor. after changing health care systems, another doctor went as far as sending me to a gyno to make sure i didn't have cervical cysts. nothing after that. nada. and that's just one of my many i-hate-doctors stories. i have been so screwed over by them over the years.

anyway, all that depressing shit aside, i've re-discovered something that makes me happy when i'm stressed, makes me feel like i'm creative (a little anyway), and helps keep my mind off the pain: blinkies. yes, it's silly. but they're cute. and making them takes concentration, so it does help distract me from the pain. i've made 7 blinkies in the last 30 hours or so, and i'm probably going to start #8 when i finish this. i've added a bunch of new links to my wall o' buttons, because some lovely ladies have reinspired me to get more active with my site. go check out my blinkies and the links and find some nifty places to explore! :)

4.12.03 @ 12:33am
Look what I got!



I don't know where to put it though. Hmm...

Friday Five

1. What was the first band you saw in concert?
Exposé. Hehe. I was 13/14, probably 1986. About 200 of us at some hotel in Hawaii. The Big Island didn't get many concerts, because there were no large venues.

2. Who is your favorite artist/band now?
It's really hard to say. There are some bands that I would rank higher if only they'd put out some more music, like Hooverphonic, Air, Gusgus. My all-time favorite is probably safe in its slot: Depeche Mode. With Duran Duran as a close 2nd. D2 hasn't put out anything good in quite awhile, but I have ALOT of old albums to listen to, and sometime this year they're putting out a new album with the ORIGINAL LINE-UP. I am so fucking stoked.

3. What's your favorite song?
"Somebody" by Depeche Mode. The man I love whisper-sang that song to me when I was 18, and now I'm 30 and married to him and so in love. That song has history. And it's a brilliant song. Martin Gore has the voice of an angel.

4. If you could play any instrument, what would it be?
Guitar. Ever since I got interested in music and band-worship, I've wanted to play guitar. Never did. So sad.

5. If you could meet any musical icon (past or present), who would it be and why?
This is *so* hard! It would probably be nifty to meet someone instrumental to music, like Elvis or Aretha Franklin or Buddy Holly. But what would you say? "God, you're a fucking genius! Can I worship you now?" People not quite that high on the list, but on my personal list, like David Gahan or Martin Gore or Lenny Kravitz? I'm not sure I can meet a musician and completely click with them - I'm so NOT musically inclined. I love music, but I don't understand it. I have no idea how they do what they do. So I think I'd like to meet a musician who just has a totally rad personality. Like Madonna or Moby or Gwen Steffani. And we could just kick it together for the day. That would be fun. If they wanted to grace me with some wisdom, some insight into the musically-minded, that would be groovy. But if not, we'd still have a great time.

♥

That was a nice Friday Five for once. Something else good: Good Charlotte. I finally decided to find out if I could really like them, or if "Lifestyles" was a fluke to appeal to me. After spending many hours to get FUCKING GODDAMNED MOTHER-FUCKING LIMEWIRE to upgrade because it's SUCKY PUNK MOTHER-FUCKING ASS refuses to let old versions to connect to the system, and it COMPLETELY MOTHER-FUCKING REFUSES TO WORK EVERY TIME I RE-INSTALL, I finally gave up and had Eric download some songs for me. I'm thinking, 3 or 4, like I normally do when I'm testing out a new band to see if I should buy their CD. Y'know, I don't think it's really appropriate to go ripping a band off by posting their songs as free mp3's for the world to have. So I grab a couple, and if I like 'em, I go buy the record. But you know what my hubby thinks is a good idea? To download SIXTY songs. Holy Fuck. Who knew there were 60 Good Charlotte songs out there??? I am currently listening to song #6 in the list, their cover of "Footloose". Yes, that Footloose. It's quite amusing. Especially since I like that song and love the movie. Tehehe. Anyway, Good Charlotte is very good. Will have to go buy their album now for sure, especially since I probably owe them like $60 bucks now for all the damn music my husband just stole for me. *sigh* Sometimes, it's such a drag to have a conscience as guilty as mine.

ps: LIMEWIRE can go suck a fuck. Rat bastards. The whole world is plotting to get me to upgrade to OS X. FUCKERS!!!!!!!

4.11.03 @ 12:12pm
I don't like writing entries from work, but I just had to capture this moment. I don't know what's going on with me. Have I been drugged? Maybe. I am so giddy. It feels like the night before a field trip when you're 8 years old and you can't go to sleep. The night before Christmas. I don't know what it is, but the excitement is almost sexual, tangible. It's very strange. I'm unable to psychoanalyze myself about it and figure out what's going on.

The weirdest part is, I woke up feeling like crap. More headaches. I got to work, and had to wait 15 minutes before things calmed down enough for me to take my "migraine-buster" cocktail, plus my claritin and celexa. By that time, I was sure it was going to be a full-blown migraine, and I would need to lay down and probably go home for a spell, regardless of cocktail.

Within a half hour, I felt like this. Clear-headed, bushy-tailed, bright eyed. Excited. Giddy. Weird. I have no explanations. Maybe all I need is a little caffein in the morning to make me a morning person? Excederin has some caffein in it. So maybe. I haven't had caffein since... probably Sunday. Hmm... Maybe my headaches this week are caffein withdrawals, and I just got my fix?? Hmmm indeed.

4.10.03 @ 6:50pm
Wow. I can't believe it's nearly 7pm. Lame Daylight Savings Time. In years past, it has fucked up my sleep schedule for weeks. This week I've been dragging every day. Today is no exception. Being a night person, it's hard to convince myself to go to bed an hour earlier than I'm used to, and it's VERY difficult to convince my body to wake up an hour earlier. Grrrrrrrr.

Just wanted to say that I love my new AIR album. It is very groovy. No lyrics anywhere. I'm not sure where I got that criticism of the Virgin Suicides that I didn't like that it didn't have words. I must have just been pulling shit out of my ass again. I think maybe it was just a little too weird. Like the movie. A little too weird. However, I pulled out 10,000 Mhz Legend when I got home, and I'm currently in the middle of my 2nd listening. I think my main problem with it is that most of the songs I don't really care for are at the end, so it makes it feel like it's dragging on and you just want to hit STOP, dampening my memory of the earlier songs I actually liked. Grr.

The Crystal Method is good, I think. Not a good idea to listen to it at work while I'm busy. I got all distracted, and couldn't focus on the music enough for long enough to get a good feel. What I heard sounded good. All remixes, and if I remember right, no lyrics, just a couple of samples of dialog. I finally have that "Red Pill" song! The Matrix is so cool. FUCK. Matrix Reloaded comes out NEXT FUCKING MONTH!!!!!! Woooo-FUCKING-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Yes, I'm psyched. Stoked. Ecstatic. Orgasmic. Yeppers.

Also, got a little deeper into Bust mag. It's an issue on aging, which is an interesting topic for me to read about, since I'm an agist little snot. Old people give me the creeps sometimes. Highlight so far: they're doing a reader write-in contest for EROTICA. Erotica is my fucking middle name. I already think I know what I want to write. Now I just have to find the time to write it, then submit and just wait for my picnic basket of vibrators to arrive and GET PUBLISHED. OK, maybe I'm a little *too* optimistic. But, fuck, if I can't get published in Bust, where they LIKE all the naughty words I like, where the fuck CAN I get published. So, yah. Cross your fingers I get off my lazy ass and write. Or get ON my lazy ass and open Word. Yah.

I'm off to catch some dinner. Maybe that will pick me up. Ciao.

4.10.03 @ 9:17am
Yesterday was not so great, beginning with a migraine that never fully went away. Most of the day I spent in mid-flinch, just waiting to make the wrong head jiggle that would bring it back. That's probably why I was so tired by the end of the day.

It's odd how a trip to the mall after work can make you feel better! First, I went to the music store and picked up Premiers Symptomes by Air and Community Service by The Crystal Method. Then I hopped over to the book store and walked away with a bag full o' looted (ok, purchased) booty: Trapped by James Alan Gardner, Dhampir by Barb and J.C. Hendee, To Trade the Stars by Julie E. Czerneda, and the latest issues of Bust and Bitch magazines. I am sooooo stoked! Um, is that an acceptable word for this decade? Sorry, my dated 80's slang is creeping in...

While I think I'm the most excited to read the magazines, since they each only come out quarterly, I have been waiting for something suitable to come out from Air for ages. True, this isn't a new release, rather a '97 release of their first singles from indie labels, but I only recently discovered it existed. I fell in love with them when Coral at work introduced me to Moon Safari. So I rushed out and bought it for myself. Then, when the Soundtrack to the The Virgin Suicides, I rushed out and bought that too. It was interesting, and was a small hit to help me get my fix, but it wasn't anywhere near groovy enough. I think my main problem with it was that it was all instrumental. So when they finally put out a full album, 10,000 Hz Legend, I rushed out and bought that too. And my initial impression was that it was CRAP. I can't even remember why now. Maybe I will listen to it again soon and come to appreciate it the way I did with Moby's album Play. I hated that album the first time I heard it, and now I adore it! Anyway, I'm hoping that finally, after all these years, I will be able to satiate my need for some new Air. I hope anyway. I just found out that they have newly release the album City Reading (Tre Storie Western), which is Air providing the soundtrack to some Italian guy reading, IN ITALIAN, excerpts to his new book. Eep! This fix is gonna have to keep me satiated for a LONG time!!!

4.7.03 @ 9:05pm
Blargh! I updated my imagemap on the left, so people can find my writing more easily. Not that anyone was seeking it out, but why make it hard to find? Well, because changing the image was a bitch! Turns out I did *not* use the font blackjack for the links, but instead I used pussycat. Do you know how many fonts I had to cycle through to figure that out? And then when *that* was finally over, I decided to guess my way around altering the image map coordinates, instead of doing the smart thing and just remapping with a program. *sigh* I'm hungry.

4.7.03 @ 8:14pm
The only thing worse than bad music is bad music created as a marketing tool. Not only is it sad, but someone wrote it to try and persuade me of something, which makes me angry that they would subject me to something so horrid for such a shallow reason.

The other day at Best Buy, they were playing a country song over the loudspeaker system. Music stores that blare music bug me to begin with. How can they possibly know the taste of their customers currently in the store? Hearing the wrong music, blared at me like that, makes me want to leave the store. This was such a time. But I couldn't block it out, and I couldn't leave just yet as I was on a quest for birthday presents, so instead I tried to listen to the words. Maybe in a vain attempt to find Meaning and therefore Worth in the words. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The song was somehow about how nifty finding your favorite cds and dvds and refrigerators was. Oh god, kill me now: Best Buy had commissioned a song to sing the praises of Best Buy, and they had purchased a COUNTRY song. Ewwwwwww.

Reminds me as I'm retelling it of a few weeks ago waiting for a movie to start in the theatre. There was this amazingly horrible, cheesy pop song playing in the background. Sounded very 80's, very generic, the lyrics very much cliche. It was about the flag. How everyone loves to be American and fight for the American way because we love the flag. In my head as I try not to retch from the un-catchy beat that tries desperately to be catchy, I'm asking myself, why did someone who felt this was important stoop to words so LAME. Who the fuck loves America because we have a cool flag? Jesus. What a moron.

In other news, I saw snow this weekend! We went away to Crystal Mountain with Eric's family at a ski cabin. Most of us did not ski. We sat around and did mostly nothing. There was a lively game of Trivial Pursuit that, of course, Eric and I won. You can count the number of times Eric's lost at Trivial Pursuit on one hand.

Most importantly, there was snow. It snowed both Friday and Saturday nights, late, so there was snow on the ground in the morning. Saturday it melted quickly, but Sunday it was still there when we left, despite fading fast. Life just doesn't seem complete if you haven't seen snow that year. Even just this one time somehow satisfies some weird un-written rule in my heart that says that winter can't be winter without snow. So it's April and Spring is upon us. I saw snow, and it was lovely.

Plus, I finished 2 books in 6 days. Woo-hoo! Not a record, I don't think, but close. I picked up Cerulean Sins and Darwin's Children last Tuesday morning, and finished the 2nd off about 20 minutes ago.

I highly recommend them both. Cerulean Sins, book 11 in the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series by Laurell K. Hamilton, is vital to the series. You learn lots about Asher. Once again, there's alot of emotional stuff, but of course there's lots of fun Anita-kicks-ass stuff too. Oh, and sex. Lots of yummie sex. Yes!

Darwin's Children is the unexpected (to me anyway) follow-up to Darwin's Radio. Greg Bear gets even more scientific in this one than in other books I've read by him, with the possible exception of DR. But it's very readable. I'm learning to skim through the bits that are too sciencey for my poor lil brain. The story is good and I adore these characters, so the emotional bits are hard for me to take. But it's Greg Bear at his finest, so definitely grab this book. I'm thinking Darwin's Radio is necessary reading beforehand though, so make sure you've got that under your belt beforehand.

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