February 27th, 2002

Cute overload

All you books are belong to us

On Sunday, our household took delivery of the entirety of the OUSFG library, some 2500 books packed into about 40 boxes. These OUSFG's members lugged down the road from its previous house, a flat which is normally a mere 2 minutes stroll away but becomes significantly further when you're carrying a couple of boxes of books through the drizzle. This procession obviously made an intriguing sight, as an elderly spectator asked me (laden with a load) where we were going. I mentally weighed the available explanations, considered that she was unlikely to understand or care about any of them, so chose the punchy "My house" and left it at that. In retrospect, I wish I'd taken the time to tell her "We intend to build a mile-high pyramid of science fiction and fantasy books in the field up the road" or "God has told us that the rain will not stop, and that we must rescue two of every author's work", but my arms hurt. The pain in my muscles, unaccustomed to heavy lifting and carrying of awkwardly sized boxes, lasted for a couple of days afterwards, but it was a good pain.

Afterwards we stacked, sorted and repacked the fuckers, and now have a living room full of reading material ranging in quality from excellent to execrable. It has been suggested that we should have a cull, of sorts, and relegate about half the library (the half that has never been read by anyone, nor should be) to a semi-permanent, at least semi-accessible location, thus making the good half easier to browse, transport and store. This raised the tantalising possibility of holding an OUSFG book-burning, perhaps during the autumn term for bonfire night, to rid ourselves of the disintegrating copies of pulp SF that the library slowly accretes as members charitably donate their unwanted books to it. It was generally agreed that, if such an event should take place, we should include at least one copy of 'Fahrenheit 451', for irony.

So, OUSFG library meetings every Sunday evening during term-time at our house then. I'd better buy some more tea, I suppose.

Current site: Cap'n Wacky's Boatload Of Fun. Fun. Check out If I were Morrissey for a day and The Deadly Follies of Stick Figure Warning Man. The guys who do it have live journals, too! Where do they find the time?
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    'Get Myself Arrested' - Gomez
Cute overload

Pub

Pub last night with the usual crew. Unfortunately, as soon as I arrived, I realised that I was tired, and didn't really want to socialise with anyone. The people at my end of the table all seemed to be bellowing and/or making arrangements, neither of which I am very good at coping with at the best of times. Mood not enhanced by suddenly remembering something I'd meant to tell Lorna just before I left and trying to call home on my mobile, only to have no-one answer, despite the fact that I knew both of those spindly fuckers were in the same room were I'd left them 10 minutes before, staring at the phone, presumably both projecting their most feared caller onto it. Eventually I hung up, knowing that they'd instantly 1471 to find out who it was and call me back, which Archie did. Still, the frustration didn't help my misanthropic mood, nor did a subsequent throw-away comment from (a somewhat drunken) tinyjo who occasionally resents the fact that I care about those I live with. We both knew that she meant nothing by it, but my mood sagged further, not least through feeling guilty about inadvertently making her feel guilty for saying it. Relationships, eh?

The practical upshot was that I just sat and read comics. There was an interesting contrast between Judd Winick's 'Barry Ween: Boy Genius' (like 'Calvin & Hobbes', but with swearing. And without Hobbes. And Calvin really is a genius inventor. Sort of.) and Garth Ennis's 'Max Fury' (Garth Ennis's usual hard bitten Real MenTM fighting malarkey). Both were the end of a story arc, both involved death, both ended with the titular hero weeping, but 'Barry Ween' was vastly more moving and engaging, whilst still being funny. And it didn't involved anyone being strangled with their own intestines, which was a plus.

Current Site: What if Cartoons Got Saved? Warning: listen with headphones. This basically content-free crazy Christian site has the usual clouds background and rotating cross gifs, but features a quite astonishing song, like the evil twin of Jeff Buckley's 'Hallelujah'. Must be heard to be believed.
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    'Corpses' - Ian Brown (on repeat)