all about the squee

Ignoring the hacking cough I still have, real life was the usual shade of blah this week - except for my friend finally  having a gorgeous baby girl, just a couple of days after I finished knitting the Baby Blanket of Doom, phew - but lordy, other than that, it was kinda time for all my obsessions to kick off...

No, I really shouldn't wander into book shops without supervision (or without my credit card) but then I saw that Liz William's Winterstrike was finally out and all my budgeting kinda went out the window... 

So... I was about as happy as someone who's just seen a whole book based on her favourite short story, basically, and it's so damn cool! The ending won't work, cos, hell, much as I love the bulk of the books, I've never read a Liz Williams book that had a decent ending, but hey, I'll take any time I can get in post apocalyptic Italianate matriarchal far future Mars, thanks all the same..

And then Sarah Connor  started again, and it was frickin' fabulous... (OMG, Shirley Manson! singing!)

And then I really got surprised and managed to forgive Prison Break for having the third season.  This would be the third season that I refused to watch any of, after the whole Sarah debacle...

( prison break squeeee )

*sigh* happy now