The best laid plans, eh? I’ve been doing a
fair bit of domestic travel this summer for seminars and the like, and figured
that getting a stack of reading lined up would be a good way to eat up all
those hours on the shinkansen. I’d finally got hold of a Harper Voyager edition
of Count Zero, and what with it being
anniversary it seemed like a good idea to read straight through the entire
Sprawl Trilogy and stick up one huge megapost at the end of the month.
My kids are, as is now mandatory, huge fans
of Frozen. Fortunately it’s a pretty
good movie; I don’t know if my increased tolerance for schmaltz is due to parenthood
or if it’s simply concomitant with the increased confidence of age, but god I
love me a showtune. Let it Go has
inevitably joined Jabberwocky and Where the Wild Things Are in the limited
pantheon of things I can recite the words to by heart.
Now y’see sass is one of those words that rubs me up the wrong way. Just a
little mind, more of a brief flick than a full on rub, but it undeniably goes
against the grain and leads to what should be a very pleasant sensation feeling
a little awkward for all concerned.