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The Zokotou word meter seems to be broken, but Beading Serenity crept past the halfway point today as I listened to James Marsters read me the last bit of Storm Front by Jim Butcher. (It got better toward the end.)
Then I moved on to Dirt Music by Tim Winton (read, I'm pretty sure, by the author), a wonderfully-written contemporary Australian novel that wedjateye sent me.
Step back and squint--I think you can still make out the Serenity design. I'm into the second Chinese character now, and using lots of 18-karat gold-plated beads in the background.
In other news, I sort of enjoyed Sean Maher's guest stint as a ghost on The Ghost Whisperer last night. He does up-close and emotional quite well. Also? Sneering disdain. Looks good in bike gear. The funniest part is his reaction to seeing the oh-so-ordinary-looking guy who received his donated heart.
Kinda brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it?
Ooh. Go, Sean.
"That's him? That schlub got my perfect, athletic, prematurely dead heart?"
Sometimes you feel like you're looking at the real Sean.
It's an unoriginal, predictable show, but it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be--the acting was good and the dialog almost fresh, with some interesting direction. But seriously: dead guy, organ donor, grieving fiancee, heart recipient...what do you think is going to happen?