Flashes of Panic

(I’d considered writing this since I saw yesterday’s newspaper, but I’m following through because I threatened to elsewhere.)

For pity’s sake, people. It’s only a book. It won’t disappear if you don’t have your copy at midnight (or, for that matter, first thing Saturday.) I honestly can’t imagine a book I wanted to read so much that I couldn’t wait a few hours. I can imagine losing sleep over a book I was already reading, but not one I hadn’t even started.

I think we’ve passed the level of, “It’s an entertaining read,” and have entered the level of hype.

(This post composed while waiting for Ruby and associated dependencies to install on my Mac…)

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