Yes, I'll take cheese with my whine

Once again, no game tomorrow night. It's bad enough in and of itself, but for some reason when John's the one bailing he always says it last-minute (I consider this "last-minute"), which makes me more whiny about the whole thing--by the day before, I'm already psyched up to play.

And this after I'd hauled my ass out of bed early to varnish the last two miniatures, this being the first relatively-windless spell we've had in days, so they'd be dry for tomorrow.

Lunchtime at the bookstore

* Books about spying & three-letter agencies shouldn't be filed willy-nilly in the "US History" section, IMAO.

* Why O why do you carry the follow-up book to The Puzzle Palace, but not that book itself?

* Was going to pick up the new book--which is reputed to be The Definitive Work in place of Crosby's The Forgotten Pandemic--on the 1919 flu epidemic, but it was a little over-cumbersome to lug around with me. Guess I'll wait for paperback.

* KISSopoly, "The Game That Lets You Rock All Nite!". Oy veh es mir.

* Nothing new from Brust or Bujold (and they had copies of everything in the Vorkosigan saga except Memory, which is the one I need a new copy of, naturally). Also, A Feast For Crows is apparently being pushed back again.

* Nothing new in the Amelia Peabody series, either. Though at this point I'm not so much reading for the mysteries as just to follow what goes on with Ramses and Nefret.

* They're selling "knitting kits"--needles, yarn, and instructions for a whatsit. At the bookstore. Feeping creaturisms 'R' Us.

I have acquired No Backup: My Life as a Female FBI Special Agent (Delta Green material) and The SAS Survival Handbook, just because, as Sir Nigel Loring would say, I anticipate much pleasaunce from it.