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[blamebrampton]

I have been ill. And overworked. But mostly ill.

A short time before Mr Brammers gave me his virus, he decided we should switch ISPs. In theory this was a good idea, in actuality, it was weeks of me having no internet. While dying. I tried to read a book. It was Wolf Hall. It fell on my face every time I every time I felt faint. Alas, I felt faint quite a bit. That is one big bloody book. I took to reading Agatha Christie paperbacks instead. Lovely and thin.

I have an enormously long post on Australian politics coming up in the near future. I do not have one on the current fandom brouhaha, though I do think satire is the appropriate response to both. I have a dream in which rationality is commonplace, but in the words of the Ruddbot, that's:

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It is! Happily it's a re-read as I finally have time to hit Bring Up the Bodies and I like to refresh the previous books in a series before I hit the sequels. I'm still a bit wan, but I should be up to carrying it around and holding it up by the weekend :-)