mjj (flemmings) wrote,
mjj
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Gnagh

It's been a decade since I used amazon Japan, so I'd forgotten the sad lesson I learned there: if a company uses Fedex, run away as fast as possible. $30 US shipping for a $48 order, plus Fedex fee for border paperwork, and Customs or HST on top of that. And then Clear the Air sends me an email telling me how to use their bags, with this helpful addition, which in a spirit of spite I will share with everyone here:
If you do not want to wait for bags to be shipped to you, it is possible to make your own bags:

Go to PETCO and buy Clear the Air Cat Urine Odor Eliminator. It is in the cat section near the cat liter (sic). It is in a pink canister with a white cat on the front. Most PETCO stores carry this product. Buy at least three or four canisters. PETCO SKU # 1564420

Pour the contents of one canister into an old nylon or sock and tie it off. One 14 oz canister will make one bag that will cover approximately 75 square feet.
Hang bag in room to be deodorized and, they claim, odours will vanish within a few hours. This I very much doubt. Vanish for others; not for me.

Finished?
P.D. James, The Black Tower
-- Dalgleish's quivering moral sensibilities about his fastidious physical sensibilities ('I feel so bad that cripples disgust me') do not make me like him. There are more sympathetic faults you can give your main character, and quivering moral sensibilities make me dislike fictional characters automatically. (Well, unless balanced with a large dose of charity or a generosity of spirit. For examples where they're not, see Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane, or Renault's The Charioteer.)

Aaronovitch, The Furthest Station
-- Peter *Grant* OTOH manages to have moral scruples that don't quiver at all. By far the best kind.

Reading now?
Having a reread of Station, to be followed by a reread of Foxglove Summer, and possibly of Broken Homes just to check up on Abigail and her foxes. I begin to suspect that either I'm not really on Aaronovitch's wavelength (decidedly possible) or Aaronovitch is not at all as clear about things as he thinks he is, because the books I read and the books he talks about never seem to be quite the same thing. So Nightingale can't teach for beans? Coulda fooled me.

Next?
When I can turn on my central heat and not fear stinks in the house, I may get far enough out of the current funk that I'll start something new. But I suspect that the next month, when four staff out of nine have decided to go off on vacation-- not completely simultaneously, but close-- will leave me too exhausted to do anything but play solitaire in the evenings.
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