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I read Busman's Honeymoon on the train back from Montréal. It's an interesting book: a mystery novel where the mystery is peripheral to the actual story. I now want to spend the next few weeks tracking down all of the Lord Peter Wimsey novels, and memorizing large quantities of poetry. I have an odd fondness for historical English mystery novels; they're one of my favourite (very specific) genres when I want to escape and read something fun. There's something relaxing in reading about a world with such a clear hierarchy and sense of propriety. I wouldn't want to live in that world--there's something distinctly alien about the idea of acting socially subservient to someone on the basis of an inherited title--but submersing myself in it by choice and with the possibility of escape is enjoyable. And of course, mystery novels tend to be the SCA of English history, depicting the world as modern readers would have liked it to have been rather than as it actually was.

There were some rather abrasive emails flying around the survey group last night. It'll be interesting--in a trainwreck sort of way--to see what the fallout is today. I have a feeling I may get caught in the middle, however, which will be somewhat less morbidly entertaining.

Either my router or my ISP's DNS server is suffering from a serious bout of flakiness. I keep losing web access, although IM remains strong. Fortunately, I won't be using either of them for much longer...I'll either be in a new apartment with a new router and ISP, or in a cardboard box where I have no use for either.