Michael Crichton

Via mysticalforest, Michael Crichton has died, according to CNN, after a battle with cancer.

Crichton's work gave me some of my earliest exposure to science fiction. Sentence for sentence, his writing wasn't beautiful, but he knew how to tell a story and he picked fascinating subjects to tell stories about. I wasn't a fan of his later work, but I enjoyed the hell out of his earlier stuff.

Thank you for the entertainment, Mr. Crichton.

Calm after the storm

It was a quiet day for me today. I stayed in (the whole "I won't spend money if I don't leave the house" thing again), unwinding, job hunting, reading and watching the news (I'm still assimilating yesterday's developments), crafting a little bit and just laying low. I had a lovely catch-up with skidspoppe after weeks and weeks of missing each other on the phone. ::wave wave:: And I got back to the closet project, emptying and sorting through yet another box o' stuff. I'll have another pile of stuff to donate to Community Services for the Blind later this month. Like I said: Quiet day.

Tomorrow is Errand Day. I have to balance the checkbook, pay bills, hit the post office, take some stuff to the dry cleaners and so on. Terribly exciting.


No other news to report, really. It's all mundania. How about a fat cat? Captions anyone?