I ran into one of the writing group people on the bus on the way to the library. I didn't recognize her at first, but she recognized me. She's one of the younger ones, the perky one who reminds me of someone I knew in elementary school. We chatted. I got to vaguely meet her man and baby.
It turns out that the Cholla branch of the Phoenix library system does not have Lolita in an acceptable format, nor do they have The Great Gatsby (which I really should have read back when swallowtayle was reading it). Huffily, I got some Pratchett, some McKillip, and the only Peter S. Beagle book they had in the science fiction/fantasy section, and checked out.
All the checkout terminals are automated now, but the two McKillip books wouldn't check out. I actually had to see a human librarian for those.
Terry Pratchett's Thief of Time has a character who's somewhere on the autistic spectrum. As I've read the descriptions enough to recognize the clues when I see them, they jump out at me now. There is also a reference to The Matrix within the first few pages.
I'll have to do my searching on the online card catalog from home, pick out the books I want to read for background on Reading Lolita in Tehran, and get them before writing group from the Burton Barr branch downtown when I'm out that way anyway on Thursday. I'll have plenty of time assuming I don't get lost this next time. And since the timing to catch the McDowell from the 19 at McDowell is so abysmal, I may just take the 41 to Central, catch the Red Line, hit the library, then grab the McDowell, rather than the frustrated wait for the next McDowell that I do every time. There's not time to cross that huge hub of an intersection before the bus leaves, even though the connection theoretically works.
votania got home from work early, and that was nice. I ordered the DVD burner that Marx wanted. Then we sat down and watched some anime. No clue what it was, though it involved a lot of fighting. There are these ninjas, see, and they're battling each other. There's this one guy who's all gothed out who's a sand ninja with a beast inside him or something, and he's got this excellent sand armor, and then there's the rather creepy team of sound ninjas, and of course Fuzzy Eyebrows the Hard Work ninja.
Shared with the rest of the household my potential step towards some sort of resolution on the self esteem/attention issue. When the kid displays low self esteem, you try to counter the negative message he's telling himself. But when he's displaying low self esteem on purpose to get attention, you don't want to reward this. My thought: writing lines. Positive self-esteem boosting lines, but lines nonetheless (after all is calmed down, et cetera).
Despite the conditioning, I've been getting split ends, probably because it's been a while since my hair got a trim. So, snippy! My hair's fractionally shorter, but will be much easier to deal with. It's not like I haven't got enough hair to start with...