This S it

The other day One completed the read of the 'S' tome of one's A to Z of Unread SciFi and Fantasy Authors.

This one is another slight deviation into the historical however reading it did lighten the load on one's to-read shelf, and the Roman empire has long been the template for many a fantasy and sci-fi empire, so I will allow it.

The volume in question is Under the Eagle by Simon Scarrow.

It ended up being an okay read, but One found the anachronistic modern British squaddie presentation of the legionaries to be a bit grating after a while - too many 'get into it lads' and other sundry UK modes of speech, all the more weird as the legion proceeds to invade England in the latter half of the story.

Given all that, it was still an okay 2 and a half star read.

Next in the AtoZ series will be a T from one's shelf, so, once again, no recommendations needed. 

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The Big Outside

 So in this past week one has had to return to the big outside for applying one's many-yeared IT expertise in plugging cables in underneath desks.

It involved a joyous commute in which getting a set to oneself was a guaranteed experience, and given one had a whole block of seats to oneself, the joy of spreading out without having to be on bag-moving watch was also indulged.

Scrambling around under desks, groping in cable hutches, and hefting IT equipment from place to place did remind one of the value of ones education and made one further appreciate the extensive use one had been able to make of Sidekick for such tasks over the past semi-decade. It also occasioned one to realise that one's one year redundaversary had passed at the beginning of the month - a short musing on one's being a bit better off was cut short by having to resume jiggling cables through joinery.

One decided to relax from the strains of doing actual work by hosting, along with Salsa Girl and Hulk, a Legion family gathering to mark Freeloading Mum's birthday. One relaxed to the soothing sounds of Hulk and her cousins thrashing out on One's drums and Hulks recorder and accompanying themselves with continuous avant-garde vocal performance. One's eardrums were still relaxed hours after the event had wrapped up.

One is looking forward to recovering from the gathering by crawling under desks in the week ahead.

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