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Sep. 8th, 2011 03:36 pmI am having the kind of day where, basically, I want to stab pretty much everyone.*
Disclaimer: I am not going to stab anyone.
Disclaimer: I am not going to stab anyone.
Sep. 8th, 2011
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Sep. 8th, 2011 08:42 pmThings that are better than stabbing people:
- I bought cheesecake brownie ice cream and it is delicious.
- Mom and I have started watching Voyager, on my sister Katie's recommendation. We are two episodes in and, y'know, thus far it's actually pretty good. I don't know, I have this idea that Voyager isn't good but I'm realizing that I haven't actually watched enough of it to really form that conclusion. I do want to punch Tom Paris in his smug smarmy face a good bit and Neelix gets on my nerves but Janeway and Tuvok and Chakotay are pretty awesome. And Harry is made of adorable. So. It's not DS9, but it's pretty fun. (The only problem is that I can't watch any more tonight because Mom is tired and I'm not allowed to watch ahead.)
- Sometimes, I go through periods where I knit to audiobooks instead of tv. Usually, these end up being Discworld audiobooks because I have a lot of them and they're consistently entertaining. I have recently finished relistening to The Truth. About which two things: 1) Since I normally use Discworld audiobooks as bedtime listening, I very rarely end up hearing the climax. I vaguely remembered how badass Otto gets to be at the end there, but I had forgotten the details. Totally awesome. 2) I realize this is probably a minority opinion but I would seriously read a whole book that is nothing but Mr Pin and Mr Tulip having ridiculously violent adventures in crime and art appreciation. It would be great.
- Relatedly, after I was done with The Truth, I went and reread Neverwhere. Sort of. I...look, the setting is pretty and all and the plot is okay but Richard bores me to tears. He's so passive and clueless and irritating and I just have no desire to read about him any more. And Door is only slightly less boring because she's actually from London Below, but all the hints of interesting remain only hints and I don't care. The Marquis is nifty and Hunter is all right and Islington is pleasantly creepy but I will freely admit that my rereading of Neverwhere consists of paging through to the bits with Mssrs Croup and Vandemar and just reading those. (I would also read a book that was wholly their adventures. It would, like the hypothetical book mentioned above, also contain crime, violence, and art appreciation but would be significantly more disturbing.) Despite this, I am tempted to acquire a new copy, as mine is falling apart. Tell me that buying a new copy of a book that I only read selected bits of is silly. Because it is.
- Other than bits of Neverwhere, I have been floundering between books of late. I finished Well Witched by Frances Hardinge a few days ago (highly recommended) and have been poking at a few collections of horror stories, but today I brought home Kraken by China Mieville because China Mieville writing about squids. What could be better than that? Four chapters in, it is pretty awesome. So now I am going to go read more of it.
- I bought cheesecake brownie ice cream and it is delicious.
- Mom and I have started watching Voyager, on my sister Katie's recommendation. We are two episodes in and, y'know, thus far it's actually pretty good. I don't know, I have this idea that Voyager isn't good but I'm realizing that I haven't actually watched enough of it to really form that conclusion. I do want to punch Tom Paris in his smug smarmy face a good bit and Neelix gets on my nerves but Janeway and Tuvok and Chakotay are pretty awesome. And Harry is made of adorable. So. It's not DS9, but it's pretty fun. (The only problem is that I can't watch any more tonight because Mom is tired and I'm not allowed to watch ahead.)
- Sometimes, I go through periods where I knit to audiobooks instead of tv. Usually, these end up being Discworld audiobooks because I have a lot of them and they're consistently entertaining. I have recently finished relistening to The Truth. About which two things: 1) Since I normally use Discworld audiobooks as bedtime listening, I very rarely end up hearing the climax. I vaguely remembered how badass Otto gets to be at the end there, but I had forgotten the details. Totally awesome. 2) I realize this is probably a minority opinion but I would seriously read a whole book that is nothing but Mr Pin and Mr Tulip having ridiculously violent adventures in crime and art appreciation. It would be great.
- Relatedly, after I was done with The Truth, I went and reread Neverwhere. Sort of. I...look, the setting is pretty and all and the plot is okay but Richard bores me to tears. He's so passive and clueless and irritating and I just have no desire to read about him any more. And Door is only slightly less boring because she's actually from London Below, but all the hints of interesting remain only hints and I don't care. The Marquis is nifty and Hunter is all right and Islington is pleasantly creepy but I will freely admit that my rereading of Neverwhere consists of paging through to the bits with Mssrs Croup and Vandemar and just reading those. (I would also read a book that was wholly their adventures. It would, like the hypothetical book mentioned above, also contain crime, violence, and art appreciation but would be significantly more disturbing.) Despite this, I am tempted to acquire a new copy, as mine is falling apart. Tell me that buying a new copy of a book that I only read selected bits of is silly. Because it is.
- Other than bits of Neverwhere, I have been floundering between books of late. I finished Well Witched by Frances Hardinge a few days ago (highly recommended) and have been poking at a few collections of horror stories, but today I brought home Kraken by China Mieville because China Mieville writing about squids. What could be better than that? Four chapters in, it is pretty awesome. So now I am going to go read more of it.
