StrawberryJam
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I'm currently reading Harry Potter and the Cursed Child
Dune, by Frank Herbert.
Which, I have learned, is just as great as everyone says it is. It's a classic for a reason.
I was shocked by the sense of unwanted intimacy. A few hours ago, some well fed butt was straining away on this toilet seat, and now here I am wiping up after it. For those who have never cleaned a really dirty toilet, I should explain that there are three kinds of shit stains. There are remnants of landslides running down the inside of toilet bowls. There are the splashback remains on the underside of toilet seats. And, perhaps most repulsively, there's sometimes a crust of brown on the rim of a toilet seat, where a turd happened to collide on its dive to the water. You don't want to know this? Well, it's not something I would have chosen to dwell on myself, but the different kinds of stains require different cleaning approaches. One prefers those that are interior to the toilet bowl, since they can be attacked by brush, which is a kind of action at a distance weapon. And one dreads the crusts on the seats, especially when they require the intervention of a Dobie as well as a rag.
Or we might talk about that other great nemesis of the bathroom cleaner - pubic hair. I don't know what it is about the American upper class, but they seem to be shedding their pubic hair at an alarming rate. You find it in quantity in shower stalls, bathtubs, Jacuzzis, drains, and even, unaccountably, in sinks. Once I spent fifteen minutes crouching in a huge four person Jacuzzi, maddened by the effort of finding the dark little coils camouflaged against the eggplant - colored ceramic background but fascinated by the image of the pubes of the economic elite, which must by this time be completely bald.
Only 23 pages left to read in "Designated Targets," the second book of John Birmingham's Axis of Time trilogy (or quadrilogy counting the short story) of "what-if" speculative history. He did a good job in terms of hard, cold facts. It's not a hero's tale, it's just a speculative, educated guess based on historical knowledge (of which Birmingham possesses a great deal). I've already read the last book and so I know the ending, not that it's very surprising that the allies win WWII (again). The Japanese were too hidebound in tradition to take advantage of future tech, and the Germans just didn't have what it takes to build an A-bomb in time. The Italian fascists didn't have anything to do in these novels.