April 11th, 2008

20111112, Marilee

I Should Have Posted This...

...before my nap. I woke up in a lot of pain today -- the base of my right big toe and base of my right index finger are probably gout flares, and the right wrist pain and right knee clicking are osteo, but I think my right shoulder is catching Shiva.

He stopped grazing last night about 10pm -- I think the steroid shot wore off -- but was very loving at night again. It was 81 today so I planned to wear one of the new tops I bought and I decided I should stop before I put outer clothes on, put my robe on, and catch him for meds rather than chance the top being damaged. I did that, and it turns out he still doesn't want me to open his mouth, but if I show him the syringe, he'll open the front of his mouth enough that I can put it in. He has to get two doses at a time. Then I got dressed and came out to feed them and he was very enthusiastic about that, too, until I put the dish down and he ate a bite and dashed off. He ate snackies and finished the dish later on.

I went out to have lunch. Sometimes I just really need cheese fries, and a half-portion at Glory Days fills the kind of oval platter that most places use for a dinner. I discriminately ate it down to toaster-oven size and will have the rest soon. When I came in, there were four moms and four kids (two boys, two girls) and they were all having a lot of fun without being difficult. They were very creative playing with plastic sharks, which seemed to come with their ice cream sundaes. I was facing a screen with ESPN Headlines and every so often across the bottom would run "So-and-so to announce future in conf. Monday" and I kept thinking, now that would be a great conference!

I came home and started online but hurt so much by 5pm that I took pain meds and napped. A very close thunderboomer woke me up at 10pm. Shiva insisted on fresh dry food, so I threw out the Meow Mix and special Science Diet from yesterday, washed and dryed the dish, and put down some normal Science Diet dry food and he started eating. Maybe antibiotics work faster in cats.

I've been catching up online and moving laundry around and such and will now be up late reading LJ and ML. I never heard from the vet, so I'll call her tomorrow. If she has any sense, she'll have her phone off in class.
20111112, Marilee

Asimov's April/May 2008

This is one of their double issues and I didn't find as many, proportionally, that I liked. I usually just talk about the ones I like, but there were some odd stories and I want to mention them:

Memory Dog by Kathleen Ann Goonan - a man realizes he has failed his wife and moves his engram into a dog and maneuvers to be her dog. This is written in an odd first-person style that really put me off.

An Almanac for the Alien Invaders by Merrie Haskill -- each para starts with omni and moves to first-person. If the omni was set off somehow -- space or font -- it would have been less jarring.

The stories I liked were:

Slidin' by Neal Barrett, Jr. - some time fissures open in places all over the world -- the one our protagonist works is in Canada -- and prefugees come through from awful times in the past. Our guy is in charge of greeting them and following up with them over time.

An Art, Like Everything Else by Nick Wolven - we have moved to using sims all the time, being in places without leaving our homes. A gay man's partner dies, but he still keeps appearing in the man's life via sim and the man has to figure out how to handle it.

Strangers When We Meet by Kate Wilhelm - this is another of her excellent stories, but it does have a lot in common with some recent movies. A girl has been in a car accident and her memory remains only for a day. It's determined that the best thing for her is to take part in a brain study because she can be protected there and the study will get a fresh mind every day. Turns out the military is interested in the brain study and her amnesia, too.

The Room of Lost Souls by Kristine Kathryn Rusch - this is a follow-up to Diving Into the Wreck which was in Asimov's December 2005. I liked the first story and liked this one, too. It was easily the best in the mag. A woman who used to "dive" into spacewrecks stopped when she lost too many divers. She's offered an odd commission -- to retrieve someone's father from the Room of Lost Souls, which is on an unusual space station. In general, everybody who goes into the Room doesn't come back, but she did, when she was a child. She decides to take the job, but the rules about it and the reason for it change disastrously. This needs a third novella and then Rusch has an excellent novel.