Wasted entirely too much time this morning clearing music off the SD card in the TX and adding new music, which effort was largely wasted since I drove in to work. It's a good thing I did, since there was enough mail waiting in the PO box to fill a whole plastic shopping bag and then some. No way I'm getting all that home on the bus along with my normal load of crap. I can see we're going to have a lot of data entry fun in the near future.
Finally (for this post) I picked up John Barnes' Kaleidoscope Century Tuesday and finished it yesterday. It was everything I thought it would be, which means I won't be reading it again; the main character is initially somewhat sympathetic but as you see what he does with his life over the course of the book you kinda wish somebody had killed him slowly and painfully so you wouldn't have to deal with him or his story. Or his buddy/girlfriend. If you enjoyed accounts of the Thirty Years War written by one of the mercenaries who raped and pillaged their way across Germany, or want to know what it was like, this is the book for you. Otherwise, steer clear. I give this book a 8.5 for technical merit and a zero for artistic merit. 'Nuff said.