(books 35 & 36) My reading goals - still behind. And a small rant about yesterday's anniversary.

36) "A Canticle For Leibowitz" - Walter M. Miller, Jr. ( slight spoilers, but mostly just cut for the length. "This book could justify the existance of the entire sci-fi genre all by itself..." )

I should probably say something about the book before that, as I never got around to writing something at the point when I finished it.

35) "The Man With The Golden Penis Gun" - Ian Flemming. Quite enjoyable, and decidedly different from the movie. (  Here Be Spoilers )

And now some completely dull rambling, inspired by fozzie33's pictures of Rosehill Cemetary, which he chose picture #P9110285b to showcase.

( No conclusions, here, just more of the griping about work that I've been going through for a while. )

Well, off to do something, now. If not looking for another job, then poking at the changes Eor suggested for Chapter Six. Yes, that was last month, and the changes are small (I think), but I suppose I'll do them, eventually. And think about Chapter Eight.

ETA: Fozzie's photos are lovely!

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I was quite stunned the other day when one of the Supervisors at work (Diva, she's called) said, "My future's so bright I gotta wear shades." I knew she was just a little older than I am, but I somehow had never pictured her listening to popular music. Although now that I think of it I'm not at all sure what she would have listened to. I guess in the back of my head I'd imagined she grew up listening to marching songs, since both her parents were Marines. Still, there's always that rebellion phase of teenagerhood when a person has to listen to something different than what their parents like in order to assert their own personality.