The Ink-Pot and the Palette

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The Zokotou word meter seems to be broken, but Beading Serenity crept past the halfway point today as I listened to James Marsters read me the last bit of Storm Front by Jim Butcher. (It got better toward the end.)

Then I moved on to Dirt Music by Tim Winton (read, I'm pretty sure, by the author), a wonderfully-written contemporary Australian novel that wedjateye sent me.

( A picture behind the cut. )

In other news, I sort of enjoyed Sean Maher's guest stint as a ghost on The Ghost Whisperer last night. He does up-close and emotional quite well. Also? Sneering disdain. Looks good in bike gear. The funniest part is his reaction to seeing the oh-so-ordinary-looking guy who received his donated heart.

( He's very pretty, isn't he? )

It's an unoriginal, predictable show, but it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be--the acting was good and the dialog almost fresh, with some interesting direction. But seriously: dead guy, organ donor, grieving fiancee, heart recipient...what do you think is going to happen?