FFS!

I've just seen someone comment "Mass shootings are not a problem." You see, because the statistics are low that any given person in this large country would be caught in a mass shooting, it's a total waste of time to take any steps that might prevent yourself from being one of the victims the next time someone decides to take out a movie theater/school/workplace.

"Mass shootings are not a problem." For fuck's sake! How more inhuman can someone get after outright saying "I probably won't get shot, so fuck the people who care, and fuck you to the people who do."

Notes from the Little Free Library

I just went out to restock the Little Free Library and it was full.

With books I hadn't put in.

The WaPo article on Little Free Libraries started a small trend; I was also contacted for a local paper and the Swedish version of PBS (!!) wanted to come film. I told them they could but to please not film *me* so they popped by for a few minutes outside. This has also led to a discovery of the LFL by my own neighborhood. There was a long note from someone who'd seen the Post article, and a BookCrosser has started listing specifically what's coming and going, leading other people to do the same.

9-26-13: Swapped Agatha Christie for Robert B Parker (signed by bookcrosser)

(undated, different handwriting) Left Long Way Down, took Killer Angels

10-11-13 (third different handwriting) Took Long Way Down, replaced with Running the Tables. (I never saw that one, so someone got it before my weekly look-over.)

October 23 (on a page entirely covered with a childish drawing of a figure in a skirt pouring hearts) Borrowed the Girl and the Fig Cook Book. My Nan will love it!

The unknown benefactor has given me The Far Pavilions and lots of Erma Bombeck.

The week before/week of Thanksgiving I'm going to go all cookbooks. I've got tons of them, and on my last run to the Book Thing I picked up everything I could find with either Christmas cookies or a turkey on the cover. I'm also learning not to fill the LFL to the brim to make room for the contributions!

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Rewatching the new Dracula... or as it should be called, Count Dracula of Monte Cristo.

Joss Whedon's Much Ado

suricattus is right; this plot makes more sense when you think of the whole thing being a very drunken weekend party.

There are two very lovely bits of business unique to this version. In no other production have I seen:

1) The Friar being pissed at Leonato. There's a nice little snap of anger while he tells Leo to calm down and try the fake death scheme.

2) Claudio: "I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope." Benedict, silently *Oh, fuck no! wince*