Pathetic yoga update

Warrior Workout continues to beat me like a rented mule. I managed 45 minutes today before my left shoulder informed me that no, really, we were stopping. And my down-dog is a joke. (Any position that involves straightening my legs at angles is pretty joke-like for me. They just don't do that.)

I guess that means I should concentrate on this DVD and stop goofing around with Dance the Chakras. Alas.

And I'm starting to wonder if Google Docs not only suck, but suck contagiously. It seems like whenever I have one open, my whole browser goes to shit.

Bookkeeping

1. Butcher Bird - Richard Kadrey
2. Blood Engines - T.A. Pratt

3. Witch World - Andre Norton (reread)

It's probably been at least twelve years since I read this. I'd forgotten how much it influenced me--huge swathes of the Dread Juvenilia owe themselves directly to the Witch World books. I kind of miss them now. Maybe someday I can salvage some different parts of it. When I read Norton in high school I bounced off the prose a lot, but I appreciate it much more now. (Except some crazy-ass commas.) I should reread the whole set.

I want to consider the Loyse Issue, or fetishization of tomboys in a certain era of fantasy, but I think I'm too stupid to do it at the moment. You all may have a clumsy examination of gender and sexuality to look forward to in the near future, if I'm not distracted. Lucky you.