Instead of starting the next

Book in queue, I took the morning and read sci fi author blogs as well as slept and slept. My gal, Kate, and I are going to read Irving's "A Prayer for Owen Meany", then go see the theatrical interpetation. I really wanted to start Stross' "Iron Sunrise" but I suppose this dose of dual media consumption will do. 

"Drood" was fun. I typically don't have a problem with endings, and shouldn't say I have a "problem" with this one. The plot just sort of died out with Dicken's death and I really wish there were an explanation to the monster(s) in the servant's stairwell besides the opium illusions.

I was recently informed of how to contact an old friend who is currently peace corpsing it up down in El Salvador. I'd link to his journal site, but he has it password protected and I'm not about to jeopardize his political situation in that country as his journal site includes info likely not wished to be shared with the world.

I found that Robert Charles Wilson has slated for release his new book "Julian Comstock: A Story of 22nd Century America". I'm looking forward to it. Its nice to see Wilson steping away from "Spin" and "Axis". I enjoyed the former much more than the latter and heard he was considering continuing with another installment. 

Its going to be summer soon and that means no snowboarding and yes climbing. Phish sold Red Rocks out in what must have been record time (I'd bet no more than 20 seconds) and I was unable to grab any tickets to their return to Denver, my hometown... The most recent winter storm to hit the rockies unfortunately left Winter Park off the radar with low snow totals yet the fresh snow that did fall was much needed.

1.5 weeks 'till vaction in Florida. The dishwasher is still broken.

Drood

So, I finished Stross' "Singularity Sky" and thought it was an intelligent and spectacular first novel (I think it was his first). It was more spectacular for it's ideas concerning this supposed "singularity" and the associated technologies/ideologies/information evolution than for the plot. I put off reading the sequel, "Iron Sunrise" to leaf through Dan Simmon's latest doorstep, "Drood".

So far the pacing in "Drood" is wonderful. It's great to be back in London after Stephenson's Baroque Cycle. I have never read any Dickens, this current book may push me in that direction. I'll certainly pick up another Simmon's novel. All I want to do is read... stupid work.