Do you need a seal? I think we all need a seal.
I know, mine is lame. Unfortunately, I'm not feeling very inspired tonight. I feel a little soccer-momish, a little less than sexy, a little almost-37 this evening. My sass levels are way off.
You know, in fact, I hear my library books calling to me right now. "Mags," they say, "come and open us! You know you'll only get through 10 pages before you pass out, and that's if you get in here right now, so get yer ass in bed!" (No, wait, that last part was actually The Man.)
Because you care, these are said library books, in the order I'll probably pick them up:
1) The Mismeasure of Man by Stephen Jay Gould. He apparently completely rips apart intelligence testing as an inherently racist and flawed bit of pseudoscience. I can't wait to read this one. Is it all a huge lie?
2) The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, by Michael Chabon. I'm not sure if I know anyone that's read this, but clearly many people have; it was a huge bestseller, and it won the Pulitzer. It looks interesting, but I haven't cracked it open yet. Anyone have an opinion about this one?
3) A History of Britain: At the Edge of the World, 3500 B.C. - 1603 A.D. by Simon Schama. Really good so far, though I had to take my copy back to the library because it was falling apart so badly. (They're finding me another copy.) I was just getting into the good bloody Anglo-Saxon part, too. Bookus interruptus!
Have a good evening, yourselves. Get some book larnin' in.