Ménage à Kat

What The Boy and I did on Friday night

2009-06-14T21:50:00.001+10:00

Like his father and his father's father

2009-04-08T18:55:00.005+10:00

On Monday, Jellybean had *the procedure* done. This was The Boy's decision, as we had agreed. (If you're curious, ear piercing is my domain. Yep, I think I got the better end of the deal.) Because a few friends have expressed interest in how we went about the whole business, this will be a long post which covers: the decision, the process, the disclosure, the procedure, and the aftermath. Skip to the bits that interest you most (the disclosure is particularly fun).

The Decision
There were several decisions we made regarding the surgery:

We would not do it until he was at least 2 years old. I wanted him to be able to tell me if he was in pain.
We would not follow the Filipino tradition of having it done to mark puberty. We felt it would be too late and traumatic. Plus, I'm pretty sure it would be harder to convince a doctor to do it. They don't generally encourage it.
We would not go to the local Filipino tuli doctor. We wanted to have it done in a hospital.

The process
The actual process of organising the surgery was slightly tricky. If you ask for it for anything but cultural or religious reasons, you'll have a very difficult time finding a doctor who'll agree to do it. Our GP questioned The Boy about his reasons. So did our paediatrician. And both tried to put a discouraging word. But The Boy was adamant, and when we called the paediatric surgeon's office, we had to make sure we cited "for cultural reasons".

We had one consultation with the surgeon who talked us through the procedure and did a quick examination.

Jellybean's reaction to the examination was to glare at the surgeon and say, "I didn't like that!"

Then total cost was $1100 for the surgeon and the anaesthetist. Our health insurance covered the hospital fees for day surgery in a private hospital. I'm not sure if any of the doctor's fees are rebatable.

The disclosure
The day before the surgery, I told Jellybean that he'd be going to hospital the next day so the doctor could "do a procedure" on his doodle. He was a bit concerned, and The Boy berated me for mentioning it.

"How would you like it if you woke up and suddenly your penis was painful and looked different?" I asked him. Yep, I thought so.

We told Jellybean that the girls would be going to daycare, but he'd have the day off because we were going to hospital. At hospital, he would go to sleep and then the doctor would do something that will make his doodle tingle, and when he woke up, it might be uncomfortable and a tiny bit ouchie, but that it wouldn't really hurt because the meds would make it feel better.

Me: "Jellybean, the doctor's going to make it so that your doodle looks like Daddy's."

Jellybean: "The doctor will make my doodle look like Daddy's?"

Me: "Yep! How exciting!"

The Boy: "Yeah, it'll make your doodle massive!" (I rolled my eyes.)

Me: "Don't give him unrealistic expectations!"

Jellybean: "Daddy's doodle is hairy."

A few more years for you, mate.

Jellybean, of course, was mostly excited about not having to go to daycare. Oh, and we bribed him with DVDs.

The procedure
We arrived at the hospital at 11.30am, and thank god for internet kiosks and YouTube and Thomas the Tank Engine because we didn't go into surgery until after 3pm. Jellybean had had nothing to eat since 6.30am, although he never really asked for food. (But we also didn't get to eat until 3pm, which made me rather grumpy.)

In general, the hospital was accommodating. Except for the long wait, we couldn't complain about the standard of care.

When Jellybean was asked to lie down on the bed, he was a bit concerned, but had fun being wheeled to the operating theatre. They staff were very good with kids and very reassuring. But when he had to lie down on the operating table, he started to cry because, well, it did look a bit scary. He had to have a canula inserted, which I think hurt, so he was very teary. But once the anaesthetic was administered, it probably took less than a minute for him to go under.

Then, The Boy and I went off to eat.

When the surgery was finished, our buzzer went off, and I went into the recovery room to comfort Jellybean. He was very teary and kept telling me, "I wanna get outta here!" When he was settled, they wheeled us (with me on the bed!) back to the ward and we had to wait at least 2 hours so they could observe him. The nurse came in to ask Jellybean if he wanted jelly, ice block or juice.

"I just want jelly, please."

And then, once he'd had a couple of spooonfuls: "Mm, good jelly!"

What a sweetheart.

At this point, The Boy had to leave to pick the girls up from daycare. Luckily, he worked out how to get the Thomas the Tank Engine DVD playing on my laptop, the Jellybean was quite content to veg out and eat jelly and, later, an ice block.

Jellybean was given a cortal block that was supposed to block most of the pain for 24 hours. However, as soon as he saw the blood he got a bit hysterical. I had to give him breathing exercises by channeling all the Lamaze breathing I've seen on medical shows. (Generally, Aussies don't use it for labour.) And we told him that we couldn't tell if it was ouchie if he was crying for no reason. Finally, when he settled down, we told him to tell us if he's "worried, or uncomfortable, or ouchie" which seemed to work. The nurse was lovely. Firm but kind.

Well, talk about trauma--what about mine? I noticed that The Boy was absent while all this was going on. Yes, he was picking up the girls, but that's not the point.

The nurse told Jellybean that when he got home, he was to lie down on the couch, eat nice things and watch DVDs all day. I told you she was a good nurse. Even so, when she left, Jellybean turned to me and whispered in a very urgent voice, "I need to get out of here now."

The aftermath
We naively thought that Jellybean could go back to daycare the next day. Yeah, right. Basically, when we got home, there was much trauma over changing his undies because the gauze was stuck from the bleeding. Finally, we just had to soothe him while I slowly peeled it off. I think he was crying more out of fear than anything else, and because he could feel some tugging. Fortunately, he managed to pee, which was surprising. He also slept through the night, which means the pain relief worked pretty well.

The first day home was the worst. When he woke up, the gauze was stuck because he'd bled overnight. He said he was in pain, but he wet his pants (in the bathroom, luckily) and I eventually realised that the "ouchie" wasn't really pain from the surgery but pain from trying to hold in his pee. (This happened a few times before I caught on.)

He mostly spent the day lying on the couch and watching DVDs as instructed. I mostly spent the day trying to work while dutifully pampering him. I didn't mind, actually, except it was difficult juggling work because I couldn't properly concentrate for more than about half an hour at a time. Also, I had to sit next to him on the couch because one of the Thomas DVDs had a ghost and it was scaaaaaary. By the evening, he was a lot more comfy about having the gauze and getting in and out of undies. He was also on painkillers every 4 hours. Pain Stop apparently doesn't taste very good, so it was a trial getting it down the first couple of times. After that, I used a syringe. Later, I thought to bribe him with a treat after the meds. That worked really well.

This morning started out fine, but when he did his mid-morning pee, there was a lot of blood on his undies, and I made the mistake of saying, "Oh, there's blood!" At which point the hysterics began and it took aaaaaages to calm him down, get the undies off, have him pee and then get new undies on again. I had to yell at the top of my voice to get through his panic. I hope none of my neighbours were home. In truth, I doubt it hurt that much since he was loaded up on painkillers. It was mostly the idea of bleeding that scared him. Well, hell, it scared me, too. I rang the hospital to see if this was a problem, but apparently it's quite common, usually because a scab has fallen away. Yech!

It was at this point where I questioned why I was at home dealing with this mess when it was supposedly The Boy's decision. Maybe I'll leave the girls with him right after they get their ears pierced.

This evening, Jellybean had his first bath. It was fine until it was time to dry. Hysterics again. What's worse, we were out of gauze and the nurse told me that once they were used up, we could just apply Vaseline straight onto his undies. But of course, Jellybean was now used to the gauze and couldn't imagine life without it, so he was petrified of having just undies on. We must've been screaming for about 10 minutes--him because he was scared of the thought of putting his undies on, and me because I needed to scream just so he could hear me on top of his voice--and I don't even want to imagine what my neighbours thought was going on. The Boy came home while this was happening, and finally, we just held on to Jellybean's hands and popped the undies on. Two seconds later, the screaming stopped.

"There. Was that ouchie?"

"No."

I rolled my eyes.

At bedtime, he had another bought of hysteria, but not as bad. The Boy tried to do the peeing routine and Jellybean was having none of it. The Boy wanted to help, but frankly, he had no clue, didn't know our routine, and Jellybean just didn't trust him, so Jellybean started yelling that he only wanted me. Good cop, bad cop--why didn't I think of it before?

And now Jellybean's tucked in bed, humming himself to sleep. And I'm trying to relax. I haven't read a book since Monday, and that's just not right.

But first, I have to finish my work. *sigh*

Within His Sight by Denise A. Agnew

2009-03-12T17:05:00.003+11:00

Within His Sight
by Denise A. Agnew
(Liquid Silver Books)
Full disclosure

Women respond to a man's testosterone without any thought...

Tainted by bad memories of past betrayal, Mary Wickes knows getting involved with SWAT team member Dace “Hard Man” Banovic would be a big mistake. Yet working with him for six months at the sheriff's department has proven that her hormones don’t care what she thinks--only what she wants.

Men respond to a woman's softness without any thought...

Dace is puzzled by Mary's avoidance tactics, and although he's tried to ignore the powerful attraction he feels for her, he can't help wanting to learn everything about the woman he's desired for months.

When danger comes, sometimes it takes a special man and woman to see it through to the end...

When a hostage situation forces them to confront their fears, Mary and Dace must find the courage to face the feelings they’ve tried so hard to deny.

I know this is no longer a new release, but I've been a bit slack. I should mention that I've stopped editing for the moment because I just can't keep up with the amount of work I have to do. Poor Denise had been waiting ages for me to return her next manuscript, so I ended up having to pass it on to another editor. It's a shame because I do love editing, but it's unbelievably time consuming and I need to have a life! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this novella, and if you prefer a full-length book, In Her Defense is the second book in the Heart of Justice series, and it's available now.

Click here for an excerpt, or read some of the reviews:

You can buy the book here.

So I think I can dance

2009-02-17T22:28:00.005+11:00

I haven't talked about my latest hobby, but The Boy and I have been going to dance classes for over a year now. We started with salsa last year but we kind of got bored with it late last year. At around the same time, we discovered zouk lambada. Let me tell you, if we hadn't prepaid for an entire term, we might never have made it to the second lesson. The Boy HATED the first term. Zouk is much dancier than salsa and I think it was very challenging for him.

Luckily, he had a chance to relearn the basics in a more gradual way and he grew to love it. Mostly, he loves the music and as his dancing improved, he grew to love the dance.

Or maybe he loves it because there are never enough guys to partner with, and there are some very hot chicks dancing zouk.

Anyway, a few people have asked me what zouk is. It's actually what the music is called and the actual dance is like a slow lambada (hence, zouk lambada). This video shows about the level that we're at (sorry, can't embed).

That's how I think I dance. In reality, you'd have to double the dancer's weight and make her a bit shorter and, obviously, what I see in the mirror? Doesn't come close to what she looks like. But in my mind the resemblance is uncanny!

(And if you're not that impressed, here's a more advanced routine.)

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And in other news, Smurfette is no longer on the boob. When offered, she basically laughs in my face and runs off to find real breakfast with Daddy. Of course, when I mention "boob" at night, she's all over me like it's the only thing that can possibly make her happy. A little actress, that one.

Munchkin is almost fully weaned, too, but I have a confession to make. She was probably already self-weaned, but I cajoled her back to the boob. She might be the last baby I breastfeed, and I'm not sure I'm ready to let go yet. I love that she gets cranky when she can't find me in the morning. Even if she only stays for about 2 minutes before she runs off to find real breakfast with Daddy.

There are blazes I remember

2009-02-09T18:26:00.003+11:00

Although I've not been blogging regularly here, I thought perhaps I should post to say that the bushfires that are making international news are nowhere near me or my family. Most of the fire is in Victoria, which is quite a way from us---although we'll be driving around it when we go to the Australian Romance Readers Convention in a couple of weeks. As you can imagine, I'm somewhat apprehensive about this, but The Boy reassures me that he's looked at the travel route and it's going to be okay. It remains to be seen if this will still be the case closer to our trip as these fires can be pretty unpredictable.

I hadn't actually realised that these fires were raging until the weekend. Last week, my mum rang my dad to come home from his Friday night mahjong game because she could see smoke and thought there was a chance that they'd have to evacuate. My parents live quite close to a national park and so we're a little paranoid about bushfires. Luckily, that fire was quickly doused.

What pisses me off is that the fire was started by an arsonist. Fucker. Sadly, this is a common story. Some fires start off from random sparks or lightning strikes, but from memory, the vast majority are started by firebugs.

I've lived in two suburbs that, while not bushfire prone, have been close enough to major bushfires to be put on alert. I remember one year when we'd find burnt leaves in the backyard, blown across by the wind. We'd go out to the yard and the sky would be dense with smoke. Even though it was unlikely that the fire would jump to us, it was sobering to think that some kilometres away people's homes and lives were being devastated.

The other big bushfire year that I remember was when I lived in the house that my parents are in now. Roads less than 10 minutes away were being closed due to fires. Looking back, I don't think we were even close to being evacuated, but I remember the stress of living in uncertainty. I can only imagine how much more difficult it would be for people who have to decide whether to stay and defend their homes or evacuate with nothing more than a carload of their most precious possessions.

Because I'm a total wuss and I have absolutely no idea how to defend a house against a bushfire, I'm quick to say that I'll evacuate as soon as it even becomes a topic for discussion. In reality, it's not that simple. It's easy enough to talk yourself out of the danger and act in a riskier way that you may realise. It's also easy to misjudge the danger simply because bushfires spread on the whim of the wind and, as this year's victims found out, even 5 minutes could mean the difference between surviving and perishing.

As of this morning, the death toll stands at 173. That's a huge number when you consider that the Ash Wednesday fires in 1983, previously touted the worst in Australia, claimed 75 lives. When you watch and listen to interviews, you can hear the shock and anguish of ordinary people who have not only escaped within minutes, but who know people who are missing or have died, some who survived but whose spouses or children didn't. I've heard stories of people who were found near fully loaded cars, just about to leave when they were engulfed by the fire.

It rained here yesterday, though I'm not sure if any of it reached the bushfire areas. At the very least, we can only hope that the winds will die down long enough for firefighters to contain the remaining fires. The wind is the unknown factor and poses the greatest danger at the moment.

For anyone who wants to help, you can donate to the bushfire relief fund via the Red Cross (1800 811 700) or donate via your local bank. The blood bank is also urging people to come in and donate urgently needed blood.

And in case you didn't know, North Queensland is dealing with flood, which is just mind-boggling. They, too, need help and have suffered casualties. You can help by donating via the Salvos.

Small talk for small people

2008-12-24T10:26:00.002+11:00

"Mama, I've fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinished!"

(Aside to The Boy: "Nice to know our neighbours are updated on the Jellybean's latest bowel movements.")

"Great! Is it a big poo or a little poo?"

"It's a massive poo!"

"A massive poo?! How big is it?"

"It's one hundred million big!"

"Really? What about two hundred million?"

"Whoa!" Short, reverent pause as he contemplates such a massive amount. "That will go all the way up in space!"

One of those conversations I wish I could've recorded

2008-12-23T22:16:00.004+11:00

The 4-year old pipes up from the backseat. "I don't like holidays."

"Why not?!"

"Because I don't like the food."

This is news to us. Besides, the holiday hasn't even begun for the kids. Today was their last day in daycare until the new year.

"Why? What did you eat in daycare?"

"Not in daycare! I don't like holidays!" This is obviously about some other holiday. Our last significant family holiday was in New Zealand.

"But on our last holiday we rode on a plane, remember? That was fun! We had a great holiday!"

"I liked riding on the plane, but I didn't like the holiday."

"Why not?"

"Because I didn't like the food."

"You didn't like the food? Well, what food do you like?"

"I like--I like--I like--I like--I like--I like--I like--I like--I like--I like--I like--I like--"

"Do you like rice and meat? I'm sure we ate rice and meat."

"I like McDonalds!"

Much entertainment ensues, mostly due to the smirking going on in the front seats. Anyway, after a few more exchanges...

"Mama, I want hotdogs for dinner."

"Hotdogs? I don't think you're getting hotdogs for dinner."

"I want hotdogs for dinner."

"I don't think so, darling."

"Why not?"

"Because they don't sell hotdogs here." Although we're eating at the foodcourt--due to last-minute Christmas shopping--they don't serve any kind of hotdogs. Most likely, we'll get teppanyaki freshly made (and we did).

"I want one hundred million hotdogs!" This is accompanied with an erect pointer finger. "One hundred million" seems to be our number of the week. Always accompanied by a finger.

"You'll get one hundred million tummy aches. I don't think you'll like that at all."

If you're here looking for my Advent Blog Tour post...

2008-12-22T00:59:00.003+11:00

...it's up at the Book Thingo. If you're too cheap/broke/picky/lazy to buy books, or if you're in shopping paralysis because you don't know what you're getting for Christmas, don't miss it: Some free gifts to tide you over ’til Christmas.

Book Thingo - Reading (mostly) romance books down under

2008-12-02T10:54:00.003+11:00

So ... in case you haven't already noticed, I've moved most of my book posts to a new site: Book Thingo - Reading (mostly) romance books down under.

Consider this my (very) soft launch of the site. I'm still tweaking it--bloody hell, Wordpress design tweaks take a crapload of time!--but I'm also working on posting new content, so I figured now's as good a time as any.

Not another book blog! I hear you say. Well, yes, yes it is. But I'm also aiming to feature books by A/NZ authors (not exclusively, but more so than they're likely to be covered by other blogs out there), events (including the Australian Romance Readers Convention--have you signed up yet?), local bookstores and just generally talk about book-related stuff that means something to us. For example, US release dates, while good to know, are only marginally useful in terms of when our books will arrive. It's pretty much a crapshoot, particularly for not-so-famous authors (and in fact, even famous ones). Also, book signings and discounts don't usually apply to us, and yet we do have local events that I think other readers would find interesting.

At some point, I'd love to cover NZ events, too, but let's just see how much time this will suck out of my life. (Not that I'm complaining. When The Boy complains that I'm bludging a bit too much, I can now say, "But I'm reading. For the blog! It's important!" Heh.)

So this idea has been brewing since early this year, but it's taken a while to get up and running. At some point--very soon, I hope--we'll be launching it properly. If only I had more hours in a day...

In the meantime, feel free to take a peek and let me know if you have any suggestions, comments, etc. (In particular, is that RSS graphic much too big???) You can send them to me at kat AT bookthingo.com.au.

And yes, I know comments weren't imported, but unless you guys really, really want the comments moved, I'd just as soon spend the time writing new stuff than cutting and pasting for two hours! :-)

Cost of parenting

2008-11-20T13:12:00.002+11:00

Practical Parenting magazine is conducting a survey on the cost of parenting. If you have children between 0 and 5, you can take part by clicking here. (I assume this is only for Aussie parents.)

It takes around 10 mins and you can win a $500 shopping spree or one of twenty $50 runner-up prizes. I'm filling it in now, although I've had to ping The Boy a few times because he does the grocery shopping.

A well-trained husband. Try to keep your envy at bay.

In which expectations are set

2008-11-18T22:58:00.003+11:00

To the Australian media,

I have heard--numerous times now--that Baz Luhrmann's Australia is like Mills and Boon meets Pearl Harbour.

Therefore, if Hugh Jackman is not alive or I'm not having happy thoughts by the end of this film, I will be most unhappy.

Most, most unhappy.

Yours, etc.

Who's going to the ARRC? Can I be your friend?

2008-10-23T10:54:00.004+11:00

Book porn

2008-10-22T22:21:00.005+11:00

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more. Judd knew that about himself: just the sight of Ridley Dow's books unpacked and stacked in corners, on the desk and dresser, made him discontent and greedy. Here he was; there they were. Why were he and they not together somewhere private, they falling gently open under his fingers, he exploring their mysteries, they luring him, enthralling him, captivating him with every turn of phrase, every revealing page?

The Bell at Sealey Head (Kindle) by Patricia A. McKillip

Angus & Robertson's top 100 books of all time

2008-10-07T16:47:00.004+11:00

Got this list off the SMH. (Titles in bold are books I've read.) I'm not sure why Harry Potter is listed as a series, whereas other books are not, but maybe it's because people didn't specify which book they were voting for at the time.

1 Harry Potter series - J.K. Rowling
2 Twilight - Stephenie Meyer
3 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
4 The Obernewtyn Chronicles - Isobelle Carmody
5 My Sister's Keeper - Jodi Picoult
6 To Kill A Mockingbird - Harper Lee
7 The Book Thief - Markus Zusak
8 Breath - Tim Winton
9 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
10 Break No Bones - Kathy Reichs
11 The Power Of One - Bryce Courtenay
12 Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk
13 Magician - Raymond E. Feist
14 The Bronze Horseman - Paullina Simons
15 Mao's Last Dancer - Li Cunxin
16 Memoirs Of A Geisha - Arthur Golden
17 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
18 Cross - James Patterson
19 Persuasion - Jane Austen
20 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
21 The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
22 The Secret - Rhonda Byrne
23 Marley and Me - John Grogan
24 Antony and Cleopatra - Colleen McCullough
25 April Fools Day - Bryce Courtney
26 North & South - Elizabeth Gaskell
27 In My Skin - Kate Holden
28 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
29 A Thousand Splendid Suns - Khaled Hosseini
30 The Other Boleyn Girl - Phillipa Gregory
31 Nineteen Minutes - Jodi Picoult
32 Atonement - Ian McEwan
33 Shantaram Gregory - David Roberts
34 Pillars Of The Earth - Ken Follett
35 The Pact - Jodi Picoult
36 Ice Station - Matthew Reilly
37 Cloudstreet - Tim Winton
38 Jessica - Bryce Courtenay
39 A New Earth - Eckhart Tolle
40 The Princess Bride - William Goldman
41 Running With Scissors - Augusten Burroughs
42 Anybody Out There? - Marian Keyes
43 Life Of Pi - Yann Martel
44 Seven Ancient Wonders - Matthew Reilly
45 People Of The Book - Geraldine Brooks
46 Six Sacred Stones - Matthew Reilly
47 Memory Keeper's Daughter - Kim Edwards
48 Brother Odd - Dean Koontz
49 Tully - Paullina Simons
50 Tuesdays with Morrie - Mitch Albom
51 The Catcher in the Rye - J.D Salinger
52 Eragon - Christopher Paolini
53 Eat, Pray, Love - Elizabeth Gilbert
54 It's Not About The Bike - Lance Armstrong
55 A Tale of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
56 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
57 The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho
58 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
59 A Fortunate Life - A.B. Facey
60 The Mists of Avalon - Marion Zimmer Bradley
61 The Notebook -Nicholas Sparks
62 Water For Elephants - Sara Gruen
63 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
64 The Host - Stephenie Meyer
65 Dirt Music - Tim Winton
66 Eldest - Christopher Paolini
67 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
68 It - Stephen King
69 World Without End - Ken Follett
70 Emma - Jane Austen
71 Temple - Matthew Reilly
72 Little Women - Alcott Louisa May
73 Lean Mean Thirteen - Janet Evanovich
74 Scarecrow - Matthew Reilly
75 American Gods - Neil Gaiman
76 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
77 P.S, I Love You - Cecelia Ahern
78 All That Remains - Patricia Cornwell
79 The Last Lecture - Randy Pausch
80 Past Secrets - Cathy Kelly
81 The Persimmon Tree - Bryce Courtenay
82 Husband - Dean Koontz
83 Plain Truth - Jodi Picoult
84 Wicked - Gregory Maguire
85 Spot Of Bother - Mark Haddon
86 Always And Forever - Cathy Kelly
87 The Road - Cormac McCarthy
88 Cents & Sensibility - Maggie Alderson
89 Me Talk Pretty One Day - David Sedaris
90 The Shifting Fog - Kate Morton
91 We Need To Talk About Kevin - Lionel Shriver
92 Everyone Worth Knowing - Lauren Weisberger
93 Hour Game - David Baldacci
94 Darkly Dreaming Dexter - Jeff Lindsay
95 The Woods - Harlan Coben
96 Half of a Yellow Sun - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
97 Middlesex - Jeffrey Eugenides
98 Scar Tissue - Anthony Kiedis
99 Infidel - Ayaan Hirsi Ali
100 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks

I scored 17 out of 100, which is dismal. But this list also reminds me of the many books I want to read but never remember to look up in the library or the bookstore. Off to add a few more titles to my Christmas list...

Does this mean I'm no longer a BDB fangirl?

2008-10-07T15:36:00.004+11:00

I just got an e-mail saying that the BDB compendium is out now. I'm in two minds about buying it. Does anyone have a copy? Is there enough original content to make it worth my while? By original content, I don't mean minutae about the characters. I'm more interested in the deleted scenes, the "interviews", things that sound like storytelling. I really feel this series hasn't gone on long enough to justify a compendium, particularly since the worldbuilding/mythology hasn't exactly been that deep.

Anyone?

For posterity

2008-08-31T19:41:00.001+10:00

Smurfette started walking on July 17.
Munchkin started walking yesterday.

Lord help us all!

Acheron spoilers

2008-08-01T14:11:00.003+10:00

Don't get excited. I'm not planning to post Ash spoilers here. But if there's anything you're burning to know, feel free to send me an e-mail. I'm a spoiler junkie myself, so I won't judge. ;-) I would, however, prefer to answer specific questions rather than a general "spoil me" request only because Holly's tapped me out!

Or you can wait four more days...

Acheron by Sherrilyn Kenyon

2008-07-31T21:49:00.007+10:00

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Liveblogging Acheron - Ash's heroine

2008-07-31T10:03:00.004+10:00

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Liveblogging Acheron - Artemis

2008-07-31T08:41:00.005+10:00

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Liveblogging Acheron - Childhood

2008-07-30T21:28:00.004+10:00

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Acheron has landed

2008-07-30T09:57:00.002+10:00

Galaxy has a stack of them. You will need to steal $40 to get one. It is, as one would say, a weighty tome. I've barely begun and it's ... harrowing.

Too easy

2008-07-23T21:50:00.001+10:00

Holy Snapping Duck Do! I just woke up to the fact I have not updated this since Paris Hilton was in jail. You would not believe that I actually have a life. Cheers, mate.

I am frantic with my brahs, driving from one end of the city to the other, just generally being a nuisance to my colleagues. My day is full to bursting from dusk to sun down and beyond. I am so exhausted. But never say never.

I make a solemn vow I will get online again after this next set. Sincerest apologies. I mean it!

(In case you were wondering, this was an instant post courtesy of The Lazy Bloggers Post Generator, via Meg over at Blogpond.)

OK, this is rather tasteless, but...

2008-07-17T21:18:00.001+10:00

...I want one of these.

(OK, OK, I promise to go to reconciliation tomorrow!)

Guess who's in town?

2008-07-12T10:04:00.006+10:00

Just got a call from Daphne, who managed to get through Aussie customs much faster than I'd anticipated (lucky her, and she didn't have to pinch any babies to do it). She rang before I'd had a shower--sooo not a morning person--but after my coffee, which means I was reasonably lucid, at least. We're having lunch at Darling Harbour and dessert at the Lindt cafe.

You're all jealous, I can tell.

And on the book front, I just finished reading Ice Storm by Anne Stuart. I loved it. It has a similar vibe to The Spymaster's Lady in that the heroine isn't as tough as her profession implies, and she's on the verge of burnout. So I think I would have liked to have seen Isobel before she gets to this point (and how she gets to the point of burnout), but maybe that was done in the previous book in the series, which I haven't read. I was planning to write a review, but I'm also editing something and work is busy and I still have that other mystery project that I'm supposed to be working on, so the personal blog will be suffering neglect for at least a few more weeks.

But to finish on a sparkier note, The Boy and I started salsa level 5 a couple of weeks ago. It's fanfuckentastic.