The One That Was Well Overdue

I have been seventeen shades of busy lately, all work-related. I'm determined not to hiatus or dramatically call a halt to the site, though.

It doesn't take the best and brightest to figure out I didn't get that audition for the animation - the sum amount of time I spent on that (reading the ad, emailing the guy, riding the subway to the audition, reading the script and going back to the office) was about an hour, so no great loss there.
I'm happy I didn't get it. I wouldn't have been able to do it, the month I'm having.

Um.

I've been reading a lot more lately. With the working day only leaving space for short opportunistic lunches, a book in a cafe is a quick, escapist activity. That and the mysterious disappearance of another Metro guy at my morning subway stop has left me to choose between the printed word and the vacant faces of my co-commuters.
I've read Milan Kundera's The Book Of Laughter And Forgetting which blew my mind, Michael Dibdin's Blood Rain which was shaping up to be a great mystery novel until it threw me off a cliffhanger, Julian Barnes' England, England which Karen lent me when we were in England oh, MONTHS AGO and I only just got around to reading, and was fun, if a little mortifying to read of bulldozers rampaging over the Isle of Wight...and Scott Westerfeld's Uglies which was hugely enjoyable. I'll probably start the sequel Pretties in about ten minutes' time.

Working for a multinational company (not an evil one, a nice shiny one) has its perks, and I might be jetting off for a few days to one of our other offices before the end of the year. In this really weird obscure country, too, where was it again?
...oh yeah. England. Heard of it?