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I went to see Stardust and one of the previews was for the travesty that will be the new movie based very loosely on Susan Cooper's The Dark is Rising, which happens to be one of my favorite books. It is now called The Seeker: The Dark is Rising, because... well, I don't know why. I can't even begin to describe what an utter shitpile this looks like it's going to be.

[ profile] vaznetti, if I could have called you from the theatre, howling in outrage, I would have.

DO NOT WANT!!!! :(
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I've always been a huge fan of Dick Francis and by that same token, interested in the horse-racing world. So it was with great sadness that I read that Barbaro had been put down. What a pity he didn't make it.

However, it was with even greater sadness that I read the following sentence in the article linked above:
Foaled and raised at Sanborn Chase at Springmint Farm near Nicholasville, Ky., breeder Bill Sanborn fought back tears Monday as he talked about "the privilege" of working with the colt.

Ah, the dangling modifier... racing for all eternity through fine fields of prose all over this land.
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Waldo has peppered!

I'm so happy! They're so small and cute, these little green peppers. So adorable! And my potatoes are mighty. I don't think I've ever had potato plants this robust.

Pics )

Also, I finally saw Howl's Moving Castle, which is one of the only books by Diana Wynne Jones that I haven't read. The movie was great, right up until the end, when it stopped making sense.
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I grew up reading a lot of Scandinavian children's books — a lot of Astrid Lindgren, Selma Lagerlof, Tove Jansson — but I couldn't say that I had read all of Lindgren's books. There are still some vast gaps in my Lindgren reading, which is why I picked up a copy of The Brothers Lionheart when I happened to be at the bookstore yesterday.

Holy shit, Batman! I'd been expecting a pleasant story along the lines of Kalle Blumqvist or maybe even Ronia, the Robber's Daughter. No... not exactly. As [ profile] fillyjonk said, "Brothers Lionheart is not an uplifting book." Yes, I was sobbing like a baby on the train. I think it would have shattered me even harder if I'd read it as a kid. Imagine Bridge to Terabithia, only more so.

I'm tired of whining about how sick I am and how I'm coughing out my lungs every time I breathe. Let's talk about children's books. What are the books you read as a kid which affected you, shattered you, changed you forever?
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In a weird coincidence, I discovered Jasper Fforde's The Eyre Affair at [ profile] baogirl & [ profile] bugjism's house the same day that [ profile] vaznetti had been writing about it in her LJ. I'm slowly working through a rather neglected reading list, and finished Eyre Affair this morning on the train.

Well. [ profile] vaznetti had said that people either really take to the Fforde books and love them, or else loathe them. I can't say that I had that strong an opinion in either direction, but I definitely disliked it more than I liked it. It made me kind of annoyed. I would read the sequel, sure, but there's a kind of — smugness — which permeates the writing, and which I tend to really dislike. It's one of the reasons I don't like Laurell Hamilton's books (especially the Anita Blake ones) — a sense that the author is entirely too pleased with themselves and how very very very clever they are.

Maybe I react badly to so-called "clever wordplay" because of overdosing on Piers Anthony...
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Ooh yeah. Seven dollars later, I have a "practical" handbag ("...A handbag?!") to take over all kinds of practical handbag duties from the evening bag pressed into service. Now I just have to stuff it full of my crap. That'll happen next year sometime, at this rate.

I'm finally getting more into Harry Potter #5. I went almost 500 pages without skipping ahead. I was really trying! But I already knew the bad spoiler. I just couldn't wait to find out if that hideous Umbridge woman got her come-uppance. Unfortunately, all of the characters in #5 seem to be stridently screechy and unpleasant. Not that I've ever been a huge fan of those books, and the thing which has always annoyed me is the lack of dimension. Bla bla bla, bla bla bla. I'm almost done, then I'll read Jasper Fforde.

I'm not much of a shopper, but I'm definitely in "acquisition" mode. I can only wonder what I'll impulse-buy next!


May. 21st, 2004 01:14 pm
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Some kind of -- demonstration -- has been going on near here since about 7 a.m. I can hear them shouting and cheering and they've been getting cars to honk. I don't know what the hell it's about, but if it continues into the afternoon, I'm sure I'll still not go over there to check it out.

Meanwhile, here is my book review for Sunshine, by Robin McKinley.

Book Review )

I got sidetracked; now I have to go.
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Cruel, morbid humor never goes out of style, and last night, I got a hankering to feast my eyes once more on the writing of Kevin Kelm. Such classics as "Horton Hires a Whore" and "Curious George and the High-Tension Power Line" must live on, passed down with love and care to all the little children.

In searching for that site, I saw, for the first time ever, a List of Rejected Dr. Seuss Books. I am sure it's been around forever, but damn, it made me laugh and laugh. I think my favorite has to be "Fox in Detox," though "Who Shat in the Hat" is a good one too.

Hey, it all keeps me giggling as I do my best to cough out my lungs...


Jun. 29th, 2003 08:24 pm
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I can't believe I've never read this book before.

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All right, so it's been three days of unusual activity, in that, I've left the house every day. This is frightening and disturbing. I can't figure out if the 5-HTP really is what's making the difference, or if I've latched onto this as the excuse for somehow motivating myself or...

Hell, I guess it doesn't matter why, as long as I'm leaving the house.

I have a really weird relationship with medication or any kind. I've always been very resistant to it. The idea that this whole downward spiral thing I've been on may be somewhat chemical in nature is very distressing to me. I come from a long line of people who like to suffer through pain. Taking a pill == showing weakness, as far as my family's concerned. Quiet desperation is our way, and we're not even English. Tally ho!

But my quality of life has improved so dramatically lo these last three days, that I have to think about this whole thing a little more seriously.

In other news, I got my hands on GRRM's Hedge Knight novella and am about to devour it. There's nothing like finding out that a good friend is already a GRRM fanatic, because it means you don't have to try and convert them. :) And when it turns out they already bought a bunch of the trading cards...

Good times.
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I was up pretty late judging this thing on the game. We got through round one of the big combat, so it's a good thing I set two nights aside for it, but now I am thinking maybe I should have been less optimistic and set aside three or four nights for it. This is the kind of scene that takes forever on a MUSH and getting people there for it is half the battle. Literally.

I know I am a soft, marshmallowy GM, because I don't like combat, I prefer psychological torture. I don't like PKing people in combat, and I think it's lame if one bad roll of the dice dooms a character that someone's been playing for a long time. At the same time, if someone is stupid and rolls badly, I am a lot less merciful. But anyway, I have sworn to myself that I will let the dice decide; if people die, so be it. Now, to get a grip on the guilt.

Anyway, after the scene, I stayed up for another hour reading Storm of Swords some more, and let me tell you, GRRM is one fucked up man.

I was having a dream that I was trying to fly to Boston to see my friend. There was some sort of special weekend fare for $300, but by the time I got the the airport, it was $670. I realized that all I had with me was my backpack, and apparently I hadn't packed anything I would need. I was trying to explain this to the clerks at the counter, who were only going to charge me $300 to start, and bill the rest later. I was crying that I couldn't afford a $670 ticket and feeling confused all of a sudden about where I was actually going...

Then the phone rang. It was probably a decent enough hour, but I'm never at my most coherent when the phone rings and I am deeply asleep. It was the main line, which is in the roommate's name. I kind of would like to stop paying her for it, because I no longer use it to make any outgoing calls and I can train the two or three people who actually call me to use my cell phone instead.

"Hello, (roommate), this is Professor McClitoris...


"...and I'm calling about..."


"....bla bla bla bla..."

It sounded like it could have been an actual phone call, but most likely a telemarketer of some sort, but I know the roommate has been looking into doing some sort of class teaching at the Learning Annex, so... plus, I was asleep. But the guy seemed to be slipping subliminal sexual messages into his pitch. My fuzzy mind turned things over. Professor Mc... surely, I had misheard.

"I'm sorry, (roommate) isn't home right now, would you like to leave a message?"
"Who am I speaking with? What's your name?"
"This is just (roomate)'s roommate." (Oh, I learned long ago never to give my name!)
"Well, maybe you'd be interested in this opportunity to spread yourself out...

And I don't remember exactly what he said next, but I realized that for sure he was slipping in subliminal obscene comments in between his pitch, so I hung up and went back to sleep.

I hate bastards who prey on people's tendency to be polite on the phone. The roommate gets so many obscene phone calls and I invariably reap the "benefits." But that's a story for another time.
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I wish that villainy was the only account that was past due. Good news though -- I don't have to find my bills, because they're all calling me up to remind me I owe money! Happy day!

I couldn't sleep last night after running the two scenes I was running on the game, so I stayed up a little while longer reading The Changeling Sea by Patricia A. McKillip. She's signing tonight up in the City and if I had been more organized earlier, I could have just driven up when my scene was over. I'd be there now. But my stuff wasn't ready, and I didn't feel like crashing around the apartment at three in the morning, especially since the roommate hadn't been feeling well last night.

So now I'm left pondering: should I drive up right now, putting me home at dinner time, or should I wait til this evening and go then. Decisions, decisions...

There's some kind of jackhammering going on outside, which puts me into a lovely mood. Maybe I should have gone when it woke me up at 7... I'm half-heartedly sorting through my crap now. One day, I'll burn it all in a massive bonfire. Burn, baby, burn!


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