Rafting was lots of fun. Despite the lack of people I know from outside scouts other than lack-of-banana girl (monkeypoop408), it was
The other nifty thing this extended weekend was the MIT BBQ type thing. It was nice reseeing people that I had previously met briefly in unrelated circumstances: (loserface) Sarah, of course, Ruth from CPW Senior Haus leaving-at-the-same-time-and-parents-tal
I reread the first two Chrestomanci books on the drives to and back from rafting, respectively, and I supermegaenjoyed them. I hadn't read them since I was like 8, which was *gasp* more than half my life ago, to think about it. About the only thing I remembered was the book of matches. I forgot everything else, from all points of the plot to the fact that Cat is not, in fact, a cat. They just seemed so mondo—the characters (my favorites, for some reason, are Janet and the Goddess), the plot, the retroforeshadowing (Millie!) in The Lives of Christopher Chant... I guess I identify with the prots, too. I could just go on incessantly, but this is probably rather dreary as it is... I liked some of the point of view aspects, like "he realized x" when x is later shown to be wrong, though the critiquer in me objected to some PoV swaps and the fact that there are two characters with 5-letter names starting with J in the same room at the same time furious at eachother. I really should work in reading more—I should smarf up other nifty books from my [earlier ^_^] childhood. Anyone got a spare time machine?
Oh yeah, today was D&D. It was OK, I guess... I wasn't in the right mindset. René's campaign tomorrow! Okay, I really should be sleepafying myself...
Sorry, but Andy and Thomas are such polar opposites that it turned me into a crabapple.