|07:23 pm - Brief Observations|
1. The first few stories in Singapore Noir, the section titled (what else?) Sirens, reminds me why I don't like noir. Men are manly and women are Eevol.
2. In future when I take my tops off I will remember to turn *both* sleeves right side out. Am tired of picking wet tops from the washer and having to insert my hand into one freezing soggy sleeve to draw it out. (And there's always one.) I mean, they'll still dry eventually on the basement lines, but they dry crumpled that way.
3. Dr. Dee's biography becomes much more interesting once his 'skryers' show up and start talking to angels. OR DO THEY?????