So I just lent Ellen Kushner's The Privelege of the Sword to my boss's boss. "Just to let you know," I said, "the side lead character is a gay swordsman."
"Oh," he replies in his gravelly, also-ill voice,"You mean he's a ... gay blade?"
And then I say, "Well, yeah, but it's cool, he's really a bad-ass ..."
Big Kahuna: "You'd better just stop there before you get yourself into any more trouble."
I feel a little swimming now that I'm in, but, well, mostly I'm just going to sit here until lunch. I wouldn't have come in at all but there's a secret Santa thing going on and I just couldn't bear the thought of the person I had been assigned going to the dinner and getting no present. (Seriously. This is why I came in.) I also had to get my goose, which is paid for, from the butcher, and cancel the order for hors d'ouvres for the party tonight.
As it's the end of the year, I'm trying to get a few more books read so I can "boost my numbers" for the year. I'm at 33 or so right now (I've just realized I've missed a few books), and I'd like to get over last year's total of 34. I think I can, I think I can!
LATER: Turns out I've already read 35, YAY! Shame on me for not keeping better track, but still, let's see if I can finish two more books before the year is out.