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Whatever's going around, I think I caught it. My boss left early yesterday, not feeling well, and said he'd be working from home today. This morning I woke up aching all over and with a sore throat, and my stomach has been feeling queasy most of the day (though that might just have been from the bus ride), and any time I get a tickle in my throat or upper respiratory tract and have to cough, it's turning into an adventure in catching my breath. Damn it, I don't have time to get sick. I'm thinking of having a Neo Citran and going straight to bed, though I think the medicine in my Neo Citran supply expired a while ago.
The other nasty event of the day came at lunch - perhaps it's just me, but when I'm eating a sub for lunch (or dinner, for that matter), I expect the olives to be pitted. (Not so much in a Greek salad, but in a sub? Definitely.) Fortunately, the fact that I was feeling under the weather meant that I wasn't eating with gusto and didn't actually try to bite into the pit. I showed it to the guy behind the counter, but he just shrugged and said that he gets his supplies from "the company". (So? You could give me a coupon for a free lunch or something.)
Several people have already been posting about the death of Kurt Vonnegut - I was a little surprised to read about his death this morning. Part of me kind of figured he'd live forever, since he'd gone through so much in his life, and had been in poor health for a while, but kept going nonetheless.
One of my first exposures to Vonnegut's work came when I was in high school. I volunteered to help our school librarian catalogue the contents of the school vault - which was kind of fascinating in itself. One of the things we found was a ~60-year-old rag doll, wearing a replica school football uniform, signed by all the players from that year's team, including Jack Kent Cooke, who later went on to own the Washington Redskins, the Los Angeles Lakers and the Los Angeles Kings. But I digress.
After we finished the work, our librarian gave me a copy of Vonnegut's Welcome To The Monkey House as a thank you. I must have read the book a dozen times - I have no idea what happened to it, alas. I particularly remember the stories "All The King's Men" and "Harrison Bergeron".
That wasn't my first exposure to him, however. As recently as about two weeks ago, I was musing about a story I'd read in grade seven or eight (or possibly even earlier), in which scientists invent a form of ice which is heavier than water, and it leads to the end of the world when it causes the oceans to freeze over from the bottom up. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elizard100, I now knoe that the story was also a Vonnegut work: "Ice-Nine". I must try to track down a copy.
I'd always kind of wished that we could get him as an author guest at TT/Polaris, though I'd never heard of him ever attending any convention anywhere. Sigh.
The other nasty event of the day came at lunch - perhaps it's just me, but when I'm eating a sub for lunch (or dinner, for that matter), I expect the olives to be pitted. (Not so much in a Greek salad, but in a sub? Definitely.) Fortunately, the fact that I was feeling under the weather meant that I wasn't eating with gusto and didn't actually try to bite into the pit. I showed it to the guy behind the counter, but he just shrugged and said that he gets his supplies from "the company". (So? You could give me a coupon for a free lunch or something.)
Several people have already been posting about the death of Kurt Vonnegut - I was a little surprised to read about his death this morning. Part of me kind of figured he'd live forever, since he'd gone through so much in his life, and had been in poor health for a while, but kept going nonetheless.
One of my first exposures to Vonnegut's work came when I was in high school. I volunteered to help our school librarian catalogue the contents of the school vault - which was kind of fascinating in itself. One of the things we found was a ~60-year-old rag doll, wearing a replica school football uniform, signed by all the players from that year's team, including Jack Kent Cooke, who later went on to own the Washington Redskins, the Los Angeles Lakers and the Los Angeles Kings. But I digress.
After we finished the work, our librarian gave me a copy of Vonnegut's Welcome To The Monkey House as a thank you. I must have read the book a dozen times - I have no idea what happened to it, alas. I particularly remember the stories "All The King's Men" and "Harrison Bergeron".
That wasn't my first exposure to him, however. As recently as about two weeks ago, I was musing about a story I'd read in grade seven or eight (or possibly even earlier), in which scientists invent a form of ice which is heavier than water, and it leads to the end of the world when it causes the oceans to freeze over from the bottom up. Thanks to
elizard100, I now knoe that the story was also a Vonnegut work: "Ice-Nine". I must try to track down a copy.I'd always kind of wished that we could get him as an author guest at TT/Polaris, though I'd never heard of him ever attending any convention anywhere. Sigh.
