Last night, because the last thing I need are more books to fill my already overfilled shelves, I bought three novels at a local bargain bookstore (sort of a low-rent version of New York’s infinitely cool Strand Bookstore) on the way home from work. Reasonably new paperbacks of Caitlin R. Kiernan’s first novel Silk and Poppy Z. Brite’s Exquisitie Corpse, as well as a hardcover of William Gibson’s All Tomorrow’s Parties — all for about thirteen dollars. Which would be wonderful if I had more time to read, or read more quickly than I do, or didn’t already have a stack ten or twelve books deep waiting to be read. Already, I’m not quite keeping to my New Years resolution of a new book every two weeks. How do other people do it?

Sometimes, as I wander to and fro around the internet, I come across things I don’t know what to do with, links that I save because, I tell myself, I will eventually add them to my weblog. Well, now I’m adding them to my weblog, inflicting them, as it were, onto you. Enjoy.

There. Don’t you feel better now?

“I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.” – John Steinbeck

Some photographs, to tide you over until I learn to be clever, amusing, or inspiring on my own. These may be the last for awhile, though, since my camera is being difficult and refusing to work. I have no focus, I have no zoom, and I can only take pictures of pretty multicolored blurs. I’ll have to speak to someone at Kodak about that. I hope I can find the original receipt, and I hope the fact that I never sent in the registration won’t be too much of a problem.

The first four are from a meeting of the Penn State Monty Python Society. Draw your own conclusions. It’s silliness for its own sake. The second four are from my walk home a couple of weeks ago. And the last four show the clutter that is my office and my home. I have almost fifty of those books stacked against my desk, if you’re at all interested in buying one.