candy is dandy...

but liquor really is quicker, innit? XD

lunch was fairly nice; reheated eggplant parmesan (and no, not parmigiana, for such would intimate that proper parmigiano reggiano the undisputed king of cheeses was used, which it wasn't because lo, am too po' for such niceties at the moment) from dinner a couple of nights ago coupled with William Gibson's "The Gernsback Continuum." Gibson is a strange case for me---it feels like something i should like, something i want to like---but for some reason, i've remained quite unimpressed so far in what i've read of his writing. don't really think it's horrid, but haven't really cared for it much, either.

in that spirit, of course, i insist on trying over and over again when the urge strikes---i think i'm bothered by the fact that a lot of people whose opinions i actually do value pretty highly seem to think highly of him. part of me worries that there's something i'm just not seeing that's right in front of me. (recommendations...?)

at any rate, in reading Burning Chrome, which is a collection of short stories (and which i picked up for free from the boxes one of the local bookstores puts out for people to rummage through of things which they were given and don't want, for whatever reason) from 1986 or thereabouts---i'm discovering that so far, i vastly prefer his short stories. granted, this is having read about two of them. XD but already, i like "The Gernsback Continuum" a whole lot better than, say, Idoru. (and there's the matter of that absolutely crap episode of X-Files he wrote, but that's another story altogether. XDXD)

the idea of semiotic ghosts makes me snerk. and am particularly fond of the line about how "really bad media" can quite effectively exorcise semiotic ghosts. ehehehhe.

this explains the early career of Peter Jackson, maybe? XDXDXD

*waits for sizzle that never comes*