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children of dune - leto 1
In response to the years of drought and lack of rain, it seems the weather, while willing to die on that no-rain hill, is compromising with what could be called a central Texas shaped steam bath. We get clouds, grey and foreboding, and humidity just short of the level required to drown in air, and some decorative sprinkles, just enough to tease, and that's it.


Everything Is Going to Kill Everybody: The Terrifyingly Real Ways the World Wants You Dead by Robert Brockway

So my youngest sister is a Conspiracy Theorist, Untyped (read: BELIEVES ALL OF THEM EVEN THE ONES THAT DON'T EXIST YET) and has a surprising interest in biography and history with an emphasis on human lives ending in tragedy (it's--complicated) as well as the complete works of Stephen King and the Dexter novels. Which is how I ended up inadvertently reading Factory Girl and what might or might not have been a treatise on aliens and Mayans, I really don't remember, because okay: books. Are meant to be read. If I see one in the wild, especially if I definitely have something I should be doing, nothing on earth can stop me from picking it up to read it no matter the subject matter.

Given this, and the fact that if she leaves one of her many, many, Jesus many terrifying books somewhere, I will read it, I ended up thinking reading about every possible way we could die by everything is an awesome idea and why not. It's not like Cracked doesn't already do it for me in numbered lists for free just in case I get complacent; no, I had to buy a book from one of the fuckers and get this shit in depth. Which is why after reading through Current Threats and Natural Disasters, I ended up certain I'd die of space lasers during a megatsumnai caused by a supervolcano while, like a Jurassic park dinosaur based on frog DNA, I'd suddenly switch biological sex as sentient crossbred sterile plants formed an army to march on humanity for crimes against nature.

Yeah, I need like, deprogramming, I think.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith - this is a book I read in my teens and want to read again straight through but haven't quite nerved myself for it yet, since the entire thing was hilarious and sad and I'm still not sure what about it hit me quite like that, and while teenage hormones no longer influence my interpretation, I remember being vaguely unhappy after reading it.

An Episode of Sparrows - another from my early teens. This is set in London in the fifties (I think?) and growing up rural, it actually freaked me out that a major plot point of the story was the girl couldn't get dirt to plant flowers except by abducting it from a public garden. Also, her mother abandoned her, but that's standard plotline; I spent the entire story terrified she'd get caught before she could get her goddamn garden going. For those who read by mood; this one has a satisfaction quotient of Awesome, so recommended for that.

So Nanotech Threats will be the next way I will be killed. That sections sounds super exciting. I may not survive this.

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So I'm reading this as the thunderstorm in NW Austin basically sits right over my head. Last night I got drenched to the point of "maybe I should just tell people I stepped fully clothed into the shower with the water on full blast" walking a distance of less than 200 feet.
What I'm saying is, I think the weather gods saw this post and thought "Challenge accepted. She wants rain? Let's give her some rain."

We just got the flood warning until 4:30 PM at work (I work off 290 in North Austin). Suddenly, everyone's phone was doing the Amber Alert noise and we're all like "WHOSE PHONE IS...oh." It was hilarious.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn was my favorite book as a child. I haven't read it in over 20 years and almost don't want to revisit it as an adult because I'd hate for it to disappoint. There are already so many beloved books/movies/TV shows from childhood that have lost their luster when I returned to them in my 20s that I find myself wanting to just let some things be.

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