rain, bus, dentist
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incandescensFirst day at work went reasonably well. Visit to dentist afterwards also went well, despite lateness of bus which caused much cursing en route, and teeth are now pronounced okay ("but need more flossing").
Unfortunately, the dentist couldn't give me direct referrals to anyone in Leeds, but he did say that he thought the whole getting-registered-with-NHS-dentist thing isn't quite as desperate up there as it is down here in the South. Good.
Managed to send two text messages via new phone. Oh, the power. Tremble, world! I control the little clicky thing!
Kage Baker is a good writer. Am in the middle of her The Anvil of the World novel. Must look for more.
Need to tone down my post-Christmas appetite. I have grown too used to eating too much. Feh.
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Rama took the bow in both hands and bent it. Ravana watched him curiously. "What would you do now, boy? That is the Bow of Siva. The Three-Eyed One himself anointed it with everlasting endurance. It cannot be broken. What do you think you will do?"
"WATCH, DEMON!" Rama shouted, his eyes spitting gold and blue fire. "WATCH AND LEARN! THIS IS THE POWER OF THE LIGHT!"
And with one massive scissoring of his arms, Rama snapped the Bow of Siva in two.
The sound that came from the cracking of the bow was monstrous. It rolled through the assembly hall, through the palace, and through the city entire. It swept the streets like a wind with lightning in its breath. Like a rolling tidal wave of thunder, the sound rumbled through Mithila, carrying to the distant fields outside the city, to the Siddh-ashrama procession arriving just now at the crossroads leading to the capital. It was like a crack of the mightiest thunder ever heard, like the snapping of the backbone of the world itself.
Birds fell from the skies, killed outright by the sound. Small creatures ran gibbering to their holes for safety. Large predators mewled in fear and cowered in dark thickets. Glass shattered throughout the city, cracks appeared in walls and floors, and in the highest point in Mithila, the Sage's Brow, an enormous bell that had not been rung for twenty-two years sounded a single pealing toll, then was silent again.
-- Siege of Mithila, Ashok K. Banker
(book 2 of a fairly acceptable retelling of the Ramayana; not a bad read, though it has occasionally jarring moments)
Unfortunately, the dentist couldn't give me direct referrals to anyone in Leeds, but he did say that he thought the whole getting-registered-with-NHS-dentist thing isn't quite as desperate up there as it is down here in the South. Good.
Managed to send two text messages via new phone. Oh, the power. Tremble, world! I control the little clicky thing!
Kage Baker is a good writer. Am in the middle of her The Anvil of the World novel. Must look for more.
Need to tone down my post-Christmas appetite. I have grown too used to eating too much. Feh.
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Rama took the bow in both hands and bent it. Ravana watched him curiously. "What would you do now, boy? That is the Bow of Siva. The Three-Eyed One himself anointed it with everlasting endurance. It cannot be broken. What do you think you will do?"
"WATCH, DEMON!" Rama shouted, his eyes spitting gold and blue fire. "WATCH AND LEARN! THIS IS THE POWER OF THE LIGHT!"
And with one massive scissoring of his arms, Rama snapped the Bow of Siva in two.
The sound that came from the cracking of the bow was monstrous. It rolled through the assembly hall, through the palace, and through the city entire. It swept the streets like a wind with lightning in its breath. Like a rolling tidal wave of thunder, the sound rumbled through Mithila, carrying to the distant fields outside the city, to the Siddh-ashrama procession arriving just now at the crossroads leading to the capital. It was like a crack of the mightiest thunder ever heard, like the snapping of the backbone of the world itself.
Birds fell from the skies, killed outright by the sound. Small creatures ran gibbering to their holes for safety. Large predators mewled in fear and cowered in dark thickets. Glass shattered throughout the city, cracks appeared in walls and floors, and in the highest point in Mithila, the Sage's Brow, an enormous bell that had not been rung for twenty-two years sounded a single pealing toll, then was silent again.
-- Siege of Mithila, Ashok K. Banker
(book 2 of a fairly acceptable retelling of the Ramayana; not a bad read, though it has occasionally jarring moments)
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Date: 2005-01-05 12:15 am (UTC)http://www.greenmanreview.com/book/book_index/fiction-ad.html
And aie. Ashok Banker. I was scarred for life from the flip through of the previous novel, Prince of Ayodhya. It seemed pretty horrific writing to me. And he is one mighty defensive author, whining to Amazon that they shouldn't allow negative reviews. Amusingly, he responds to every one with a list of 50 positive reviews.
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Date: 2005-01-05 09:08 am (UTC)I didn't think that Banker's writing was that bad, though then again, he does have good source material to work with -- who knows what his stuff would be like if it was purely original? Hm. Pity about the defensiveness. Always a shame.