Mmmm, bul-go-gi

Tall Boy (formerly Little Guy) is a VERY HAPPY boy right now: he had his morning bul-go-gi (a sweetish, seasoned Korean beef dish) for breakfast.

The Guy and I went out on a so-rare-we-can't-remember-the-last time-we-went-out-without-the-kids date to a small Korean restaurant I had only just noticed a few days ago. It was a stripped down version of the full Korean food experience, but that was okay since the bul-go-gi was awesome and the restaurant was quiet (we were the only people there) and we could actually hear each other speaking.

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This is unbelievable, but I think I'm finally over my Stephen King obsession. OMG. It's been years now. Oh, I still love some of his books, but my almost-complete collection of his novels? I looked through them, and decided to send the ones I loved the least off into the postal regions of Paperback Book Swap.

I've broken out of the one-writer thing I had going, and branched out enough now to where I'm comfortable reading other writers. That sounds really strange, I know, and I'm probably not saying it clearly. Whatever it was I needed out of his books, I've finally gotten it, and I don't need it any more. Other writers are stepping in-not as obsessions: I guess I needed more voices to listen to and see how they puzzle out plotting and story and character.

I love Rob Thurman's stuff. I love Alexander McCall's Ladies' Detective series. I've loved The Dresden Files for a long time now. I love that I'm back to having some faith in my old first love of SF/F again, and with some mystery series. I'm starting to like Kelley Armstrong's "Dime Store Magic" (and I usually don't like witch/vampire/werewolf stuff).

I'm not sure what changed, but there it is. Whatever cocoon there was, it's coming off. Yay!