Found myself in an adventurous & money-spending (not to mention slightly-artistic-&-deserving-of-a-DSLR, which more often then not hasn't been the case over the last couple of months) mood today and finally bought the camera. As in, actually walked into the store, and not ordered it from amazon, because I'm too intimidated by a camera store and its employees.
I'm probably the last person to read Good Omens (*), but I finally picked it up in a book-store last Sunday after seeing Little Miss Sunshine (brilliant & very funny, btw; we laughed a lot) with Rikki, and ended up absolutely loving it. It's not so much the story, which isn't all that original from a theological point of view, and it's not the subtlest of books as far as the message (which should perhaps be capitalised) is concerned, but it's lovely, wickedly funny, but at the same time touching and occasionally horrifying, very warm (something I find is more and more important to me - I like it if an author shows some kind of fondness for his/her creations and find a general tone of cynical coldness increasingly off-putting), and rather old-fashionedly British in its unabashed nostalgia for idyllic, rural England.
On a side-note, I guess this could be said for any period in history at least to some extent, but I'm beginning to notice how fast novels in contemporary settings date these days. There's this bit about the televangelist and the LPs and cassettes and, only mentioned in third place and at double price, CDs he sells. And I checked the date, and, right, 1990. I was 18 then, and don't think I even had a CD player. A cheap stereo with a record player and dual cassette deck, which I was very proud of. I have LPs from that time (Marc Almond's Tenement Symphony from 1991; Bowie's Black Tie, White Noise from 1993); Army Of Lovers' Glory, Glamour and Gold (which I refuse to be apologetic about, ::sigh::, still owning; they were fun and I never pretended to have good taste in music) was released in 1994, and that I'd already bought on CD, but distinctly remember asking a friend to copy it to tape, so still no CD player then, although I remember finally getting one soon afterwards when it'd become abundantly clear that the LP was indeed a dying species. And thirteen years later I still have the stereo, and still play some of the old LPs occasionally because I refuse to re-buy everything on CD, but getting up after a few songs to turn the record feels positively anachronistic, and I'm buying music files off iTunes and CDs are moving towards the brink of extinction...
God, I feel so old, sometimes.