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Whole buncha stuff to review, get ready to read.
Currently watching Lifeforce, which is a really...uhm...odd movie. The science is sketchy at best, and clearly the characters have no concept of quarantine, and have never seen a horror movie. Currently, Patrick Stewart is being possessed by a french brunette girl who is also a vampire from space. Yeah. and the male lead may be about to kiss Patrick Stewart. yup. he kissed him. now flashy lights and bad special effets with totally unexplained telkinesis? Right. You get the idea. Watch it with wine, the movie brings the cheese. (Bruce complains that the nudity has dropped off as the weird has picked up.)
Dammit, I totally should have done a running commentary on this movie from the start! MUPPET PATRICK STEWART IS BLEEDING FROM HIS FACE! hahahahhahahahaa (oh, trust me, it was funny).

And books I've read since last I reviewed:
Stolen, by Kelley Armstrong. This is the second in a series, and I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about the series. Overall good--as you'll note I keep reading them--but she insists on intermittently throwing in things that just grate on me, like comments about Rottweilers not knowing how to do anything but kill. I did think her evasion of gun details was hilarious (main character states "I'm Canadian. I don't know anything about street guns. He did something with it.") and overall enjoy the characters and stories. I picked her books up because of a short story of hers that I read a while back (http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/330846.html), and her sense of humor stays true through the books I've read.

Count Zero, by William Gibson. The sequel to Neuromancer. Very good, but rather hovers in Neuromancer's shadow, and doesn't really set itself apart until about 2/3 of the way through. Definitely worth the read, and I'll certainly read Mona Lisa Overdrive too, but he may have hit the high mark with Neuromancer.

The Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag is a collection of short stories by Robert A. Heinlein. As usual when picking up one of his books after a time away, I am reminded of why I so love Heinlein. His works are such an enjoyable mix of the silly and the philosophical. I was especially fond of the last story in the collection, "He Built A Crooked House".

Raft, by Stephen Baxter. I actually didn't finish this book - I just could not get engaged with the world or the characters, and so after an evening of reading and making it about a quarter of the way through, I set it down and picked up a different book the next day. This was the first novel Baxter published, so maybe his later books are a bit easier to get into? Here's hoping.