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Bro and s-i-l came back from the cottage to find two inches of garbagey water in the sink. Maintenance came and snaked it to no avail. Unit above them had the same problem. Maintenance said it must be in the waste stack. Bro says there's no way for that unless someone put an elbow bend into it and who puts a bend into a waste stack. This is why I have no desire to rent a condo apartment, let alone buy one.
Went out to the super today with odd clouds besieging me from all sides. Came out to a black sea to the north and walked briskly as the thunder roared loudly, while the sun continued to shine from the rest of the sky. There was no rain and the thunder stopped after ten minutes. There was a severe thunderstorm with golf-sized hail in the northern part of the city, but it simply didn't make it downtown.
In Siren Queen, Nghi Vo is actually doing what Jo Walton did in Tooth and Claw- making metaphors into reality- but that's not at once apparent. If you go into it blind, it seems to be straight historical fiction until little oddities start to creep in and you realize that actually we're really not in Kansas anymore. You're left to figure the oddities out for yourself, and really I should go back and read the introductory chapters to see just when the strangeness begins. But I don't want to. And that's mainly down to my loathing of Los Angeles and all its works: because Vo's Los Angeles is even worse than the real one. It gives me the same nightmare impression as Gideon the Ninth, a book that curdles my stomach just to think about-- even though I only got halfway through it.
Went out to the super today with odd clouds besieging me from all sides. Came out to a black sea to the north and walked briskly as the thunder roared loudly, while the sun continued to shine from the rest of the sky. There was no rain and the thunder stopped after ten minutes. There was a severe thunderstorm with golf-sized hail in the northern part of the city, but it simply didn't make it downtown.
In Siren Queen, Nghi Vo is actually doing what Jo Walton did in Tooth and Claw- making metaphors into reality- but that's not at once apparent. If you go into it blind, it seems to be straight historical fiction until little oddities start to creep in and you realize that actually we're really not in Kansas anymore. You're left to figure the oddities out for yourself, and really I should go back and read the introductory chapters to see just when the strangeness begins. But I don't want to. And that's mainly down to my loathing of Los Angeles and all its works: because Vo's Los Angeles is even worse than the real one. It gives me the same nightmare impression as Gideon the Ninth, a book that curdles my stomach just to think about-- even though I only got halfway through it.