Current mood:

working

Borrrring.
This is boring. Silence of the Lambs was an interesting film. A great film, even. Hannibal (the film; I have better things to do than read the book) had this prissy little allusory thesis about Hannibal and Clarice and Dante and Beatrice, and the only thing the only thing that was worthwhile in the film was the aria that was composed expressly for the soundtrack. It was magnificent. And I used to have it on my computer, courtesy of Napster. I don't anymore, but lucky me, the soundtrack is available at my local library. I suppose that if CNN's announcement about another Hannibal novel has prompted me to rediscover this aria, then there's some purpose to it. Otherwise, I could care less.

What I would like to hear about is a new book from you. Yes, you. Lyra's Oxford was great; but please don't keep me waiting like you did with The Amber Spyglass. Please?

Turandot has a cold; I have antibiotics, and a vague sense of shock that in addition to being Paige, and Professor Morgan (though I haven't earned that title, some of my students still use it), and "that redhead," I'm also now known as "Turandot's mom." Creepy, I tell you.