Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
No, seriously. Had a good weekend, all things considered — Saturday was spent mostly powering through a daunting list of chores in time to entertain my parents and grandmother at my place. We had a straightforward dinner but it ended with a fabulous dessert: Chocolate Cranachan, a parfait of whipped cream and whisky combined with layers of a mixture of chocolate, oats, and hazelnuts. Worked really well; everyone loved it. Heck, they stayed for over four hours.
But then I couldn’t go to sleep that night. No particular reason that I could see; I just wasn’t sleepy. After staring at the ceiling for two hours, my mind wandered to the movie Tron and I realized I hadn’t seen it for awhile. So I popped it in and
I’d almost forgotten how brilliant Tron really was. It was so incredibly visionary, and it was so complicated to make, and it actually worked. Did you know that the glowing circuit effect had to be
Anyway, I finally got to sleep a little after 5:00 a.m., then slept until 1:30 p.m., then headed over to my parents to help them set up their computer. Then went to work to finish up a few things, and back home. At least I made it to sleep with enough time to wake up in the morning and make it in by 10:00 a.m. — not as early as I’d like, but better than 1:30 in the afternoon.
In other news, I finished reading H.P. Lovecraft‘s short novel At the Mountains of Madness. It’s the first Lovecraft I’ve ever read, and I’m very impressed. He’s obviously one of the great horror writers, and like all great horror writers, he only drops hints. He explicitly avoids any descriptions of blood or gore. But it’s the hinting that bring the hairs on the back of your neck to attention. Great, great stuff. And a bargain, too.