In fact, Vimes-as-manager is looking more like an effective top guy in Ankh-Morpork than Vetinari, which is a little odd. Not that it's the same role, precisely, but the hierarchy is definitely shifting, and it's because Vimes is no longer a loner (but Vetinari still is).
Ah, funny, humanist fantasy novels. What the world needs more of.
I finished Olbermann's book. Hard to know what to say, given how it's put together and how I feel about his show (especially now, with these extremely righteous, hard hitting Special Comments. That's not rapier-like rhetoric; more like a sledgehammer. Or a wrecking ball. I _love_ it.). But it's neat having all the Worst Persons through June 1 of this year in one place. I missed a lot along the way, and sometimes I missed details and didn't have a chance to reverse and hear it again.
Best of all, I have answers to the big questions: why does Colbert do that obscene gesture every time he mentions Scalia? (A: Because Scalia did that to a reporter, denied it, and then footage was passed about showing that the reporter hadn't imagined it at all, and a Supreme Court Justice had just made a very naughty gesture -- the chin thing -- and lied about it) and What is up with calling Bill O'Reilly the falafel king (A: Mackris said he started out saying he wanted to be a loofah in her shower, and then got loofah confused with falafel, providing us all with years of easy punchlines).
The Weitzmans arrived and are a slight disappointment. I'll take another look at them in a day or so and see if it's just cause I'm in a rotten mood, or if I should return them and get something else. When I spend over $200 on a pair of shoes, I feel the bar is quite high.
And the story of the dresser:
Once upon a time, R.'s neighbors across the street (one of the two readers at our wedding) bought a dresser. When they eventually moved, the dresser went to R., because they had no further need of it/it was too heavy to move/whatever. R. had that dresser for a number of years. We did not take the bedroom furniture to Seattle, figuring we'd buy new and bring it back eventually to replace what we had here. Upon our return, that dresser went out to the garage, then to the consignment store in our van (we love our Odyssey), where they were too busy to look at it, so back to the garage, and then, eight days later, back to the consignment store, where they declined it on style reasons (won't sell). As it sat in the van, waiting to go to the town dump where, hopefully, someone would take it (so we wouldn't have to pay extra to leave it), child care arrived. Child care is the granddaughter (really!) of the original owners of this dresser, and she just moved into her own apartment after having lived for a year as a live-in. Hence without much furniture. She was about to buy some, she said, after we mentioned we had a dresser we were trying to get rid of, and would be happy to take it.
This is _so_ appropriate, and somehow, so New England.