Have determined to finish writing stuff for the NLA presentation today, plus watch some of the movies I've DVRed over the past week, in order that I may go see Thunderbirds tomorrow with a clear conscience. (Chances of this happening are slim; I've already paused last week's Foyle's War twice in the first ten minutes. Still, we live in hope.)

Started two new books in the last couple of days. One is the last Judge Dredd paperback I'd received: Black Atlantic. So far, so good. About as deep as the comic strip, but it's small and light. That's the take-with-me-to-read-while-I-wait-for-things book. The other is Charles de Lint's Medicine Road, illustrated by Charles Vess. It's de Lint's usual stuff, mixing magic and the real world seamlessly, although instead of his usual urban setting of Newford, this one is set in and around Tucson, AZ. Lots of familiar sights described therein, and he's obviously in love with the place. (Hey, I thought it was pretty, too, but after a year, I was ready to move on.)