anagramofbrat: (vorkosigan crest)
BOOKS:

Still plugging away at my goodreads challenge, though the last few weeks I've shoved books aside for beading. I may have to give up and switch to audiobooks if this keeps up. Or take more bus trips. I can't bead in a moving vehicle. Well, at least not one that isn't reasonably stable. I could probably manage it on a train. But I digress. Books.

43. Grave Mercy (His Fair Assassin, #1) (LaFevers, R.L.)

44. Bossypants (Fey, Tina)

45. The Winter Sea (Kearsley, Susanna)

46. How to Be Black (Thurston, Baratunde R.)

47. River God (Ancient Egypt, #1) (Smith, Wilbur A.)

48. Ready Player One (Cline, Ernest)

49. Incarceron (Incarceron, #1) (Fisher, Catherine)

50. Summon the Keeper (Keeper's Chronicles, #1) (Huff, Tanya)

51. The Forest of Hands and Teeth (The Forest of Hands and Teeth, #1) (Ryan, Carrie)

52. Shadow and Bone (The Grisha, #1) (Bardugo, Leigh)

53. Beauty Queens (Bray, Libba)

54. The Gray Wolf Throne (Seven Realms, #3) (Chima, Cinda Williams)

55. Going Solo (Dahl, Roald)

56. A Wrinkle in Time: The Graphic Novel (Larson, Hope based on the work by L'Engle)

57. Are You My Mother? (Bechdel, Alison)

58. Home (Morrison, Toni)

59. The Oracle's Queen (The Tamír Triad, #3) (Flewelling, Lynn)

60. Unwind (Unwind, #1) (Shusterman, Neal)

61. Lion's Blood (Lion's Blood, #1) (Barnes, Steven)

62. The Lies of Locke Lamora (Gentleman Bastard, #1) (Lynch, Scott)

Goodreads likes to inform me that I'm 5 whole books behind right now, but this can be easily remedied by shotgunning through a few kids books next time I'm at the Jones. There are a few AG series I haven't read, for example, and they're very short.

Of the above list, all were pretty good to excellent. Of particular note, How To Be Black had me in stitches while skewering some painful racial truths, The Forest of Hands and Teeth was surprisingly terrifying for a zombie novel aimed at tweenagers, and Unwind was... HIGHLY DISTURBING to the point of giving me very bad dreams for a couple of days after I finished, but a good read none the less. The last two books on the list perhaps suffer from a little bias since I read them recently, but both Lion's Blood (an alternate history novel dissecting the American slave trade if Northern Africa had become the dominant culture instead of Europe) and The Lies of Locke Lamora (a heist/caper/revenge story set in a Renaissancey fantasy city) both came HIGHLY recommended and did not disappoint. My only criticisms of the above books would be that Beauty Queens, while damn funny at points, was sledgehammer heavy handed with its point, A Wrinkle in Time, while beautifully drawn, did not really bring anything new to the familiar story, and Home, while pretty good as a novel on its own merits, seems like a lazy forgettable effort on Toni Morrison's part; she can do so much better.

Also I just got wind that there is a new Vorkosigan book out! MUST. READ. I don't care that it's more Ivan Vorpatril than Miles. I like the dumb fuck, a him-centric book should be entertaining.

TV:

NBC: Jesus fuck, NBC what the HELL are you doing to your Thursday lineup? That said, the only show that seems to be maintaining its quirky excellence would be Parks and Recreation, which has not disappointed. It remains hysterical while both maintaining its political commentary and allowing for the growth of its ensemble. Well, except maybe for Jerry. Poor, poor Jerry. Also spoiler )

Alas, 30Rock by contrast, is definitely slipping and I'm rather glad it's ending this season, before it entirely jumps the shark. While it still once in a while gets a WTF laugh out of me ("I ordered a Black Coffee - by that I mean a Sunkist!") it's clearly past its sell-by date.

Don't get me started about the delay of Community.

BBC: Oh it HAS been a while since I made a TV post, huh? Yes, we did see the most recent half season of Doctor Who. Overall? Ehhhh. I did NOT like the finale, honestly. I loved the concept of it - New York City has enough creepy gothic statuary around that a Weeping Angel story set in the city should have been terrifying, but instead it just seemed kinda goofy in an old horror movie sort of way. "Asylum of the Daleks," by contrast, was suitably Dalek-y and the plot twists well done. "Dinosaurs on a Spaceship" was a fantastic bit of fun (Can I have me a Nefertiti?), and aspects of "The Power of Three" were good, namely the various talents of the Cubes and the way the month names were embedded into the scenery - a nice carryover from Sherlock, I thought. But overall... ish. The second half of series seven hopefully will be better.

The third season of Downton Abbey was a little bit less of a hot mess than the second. The series does seem to be at its best when upstairs is fretting about money and downstairs, namely Mr. Carson, is fretting about the placement of plates at dinner. I like that Edith seems to finally be getting some development besides plain, bitchy sister, someone needs to severely beat Robert about the head and shoulders with something heavy and I continue to want to nibble on a scantily clad Michelle Dockery while wanting to be the Dowager Contess when I grow up. Oh Maggie Smith, how I love you.

Other TV: [livejournal.com profile] cell23 has finally managed to get me to sit down and watch through Adventure Time with him, and holy shit, this cartoon and its incredibly adorable surface masking a deeply disturbing, nightmarish reality. Not quite caught up to air yet - still have to watch season 4. But those of you who know? THE STAG HOOVES. DYEEEEAHHHGH! That's all. Also I kinda want to weight train so I can cosplay Susan Strong. Is that weird?

The most recent addition to my TV watching list is American Horror Story, which [livejournal.com profile] cell23 marathoned a bit over Thanksgiving and which I caught up to over the past couple of days. Man, what. This show. We're only seven eps into season one, so no spoiling, but... yeah, there be some fucked up shit up in that show. But I'm surprised to find myself enjoying it. It seems to combine all the things I liked about Beetlejuice, The Ring, Twin Peaks, The Sixth Sense and American Gothic, which I realize is an odd amalgam of work but trust me, watch it and you'll see what I mean.

Still haven't caught up on either Mad Men or Sons of Anarchy - I may fix the latter over the next couple of days as I look for beading background noise.

Seeing as [livejournal.com profile] renegadethumper and [livejournal.com profile] deliriumdeva gave us the blu-ray collection of Rome for a wedding present, we're throwing a viewing party on Sunday for the first two episodes and recurring it until we get to the all too soon end of the series. It will be my fifth go through of watching it, but I love the series THAT MUCH okay. Still mad HBO cancelled it, but Game of Thrones is making up for a lot of that. Speaking of which:



Cannot. Wait.

MOVIES:
Haven't been doing much of these owing to time and money, which sucks because there is actually stuff out already and coming out that I REALLY want to see. Wreck it Ralph. Rise of the Guardians. Life of Pi. Skyfall. The Hobbit. Les Miz. On The Road. Django Unchained. ARRRRGH. Cannot wait for this job to start so I can do at least the $5 tuesday shows again, man.

I did manage to see Lincoln, as I mentioned in my big long thanksgiving weekend post. It was an excellent bit of movie; I thought Daniel Day Lewis did a great job in making this often weirdly imposing historical figure human and relatable. However the movie, in my opinion, was completely stolen out from under him by Tommy Lee Jones, whose forceful and wickedly funny Thaddeus Stevens was a performance. I mean, Lewis made the most out of a mostly quiet and nuanced character, but I think it does get overshadowed by Jones' likeable gruff blowhard. Really, if there were more instances of calling Representatives on opposite party lines slow-witted nincompoops, I'd voluntarily watch C-SPAN.

I did come into the movie with a fair amount of bias, actually - I wasn't initially intending to see it in theaters, mostly due to various columns I had read due to its opening basically condemning the film and its subject matter as a lot of white people patting themselves on the back for abolition. Well, that's an oversimplification, but once pointed out, it is rather impossible to not see how narrow the focus is on this film and how by focusing so tightly on lincoln and several key politicians during the passage of the 13th amendment, you completely omit the contributions of others who helped get that passed, leaving the only role for black people in the movie open is that of the freed people staring adoringly up (or down, depending on shot and location) at their white saviors when in truth, black people were doing a HELL of a lot of work towards their own emancipation, thank you. It is hard to put that glaring omission aside in the course of the movie and one could argue that it shouldn't be put aside at all. At any rate, it did leave me with some conflicts regarding my own enjoyment of the film, ones that are probably important ones to have. There are other columns that have expressed this far more eloquently than I have, I direct you to Kate Masur's piece in the NY Times and Corey Robin's blog post about it.

MUSIC:
I've been listening a LOT to boston.com's fairly new online radio station, Radio BDC. It is a good station overall, plays a lot of slightly off the beaten path alternative and generally runs screaming away from the autotune abuse that is the current pop scene. On the bad side, it does tend to shove quite a bit of Mumford and Sons down your throat. Successfully so, as I have managed to take a begrudging liking to "I Will Wait" just by dint of it getting LODGED in my head for hours on end. On the other hand other bands that tend to get heavily played over there are Metric, The Cure, New Order and Muse. Yeah, not going to protest too heavily about that.

I find myself trying to find heavy female vocal-centered groups to listen to to counteract the fact that Florence + the Machine have grown on me like a fungus. I like her stuff, but I've seen the vids for "Dog Days Are Over" and "No Light, No Light" and they plus the entirity of her new song "Kiss with a Fist" make me headsmash in the same sort of way that the multitudinous Amanda Palmer clusterfucks do. Art is seriously no excuse to not think about the imagery you're playing with, folks, fucking seriously. People have suggested Bat for Lashes to me and I've liked what I've read and heard of her so far. I also quite by accident picked up an unholy addiction to playing Grimes' Visions on loop, with special emphasis placed on "Genesis" which is a creepily catchy electronica track. I also keep meaning to check out Kimbra, as I love her vocal in "Somebody I Used to Know" (gods, is that song a personal kick to the feels), but more cause I'm curious as to if she does the weird hand dancing on everything she does. It sort of reminds me of the people that would stand in the corners of the dance floor at Haven and do flowy goth para-para instead of, well, dancing.

Also it's after thanksgiving. BRING ON THE CHRISTMAS MUSIC, BITCHES. I have a feeling I'm going to be playing "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" a bit this year, seeing as it's one of the few songs comfortably in [livejournal.com profile] cell23's actual range and he brings the full on baritone realness to it and I turn into a small puddle. Who'da thunk I'd find lines such as "Your hearts a dead tomato squashed with moldy purple spots," so sexy... I mean, I also kinda want to jump him when he's singing the Trololololo song too. I like low ranged men, okay? sheesh. Allow me my strange twitterpations. Could be worse, I could be reading 50 Shades with no irony whatsoever. Oh, maybe I should shotgun through those too. For the lulz, of course.
anagramofbrat: (read a book)
So I picked up Baratunde Thurston's How to Be Black out of my library hold today. Here is the review I posted to Goodreads:

I'm actually surprised by how quick a read this was. I blew through this book in a little under four hours, most of which was punctuated by barks of laughter, wheezing, knowing smirks, and the occasional nod of "Yep, been there." And one instance of completely literally falling off my living room couch giggling like a hyena on Red Bull, but we'll get there in a minute.

Is this book hilarious? QUITE. But it's also a thought provoking account of A Black Experience. Not The Black Experience; one of the lessons of this book is that even though Black People Are Not A Monolith, we will be frequently treated as a representative of said nonexistent monolith. There are also wickedly funny instructions for how to handle that nonconsensual responsibility.

It is interesting, having read Melissa V. Harris-Perry's Sister Citizen: Shame, Stereotypes, and Black Women in America not very long ago, I feel like following it up with this work, though accidental, ended up being correct. While addressing different aspects of being black in America, I feel like they work well as companion pieces, and certainly some of the sting left by Harris-Perry's examination of American black women is relieved, if not removed, by Thurston's impish poking fun at some of the same problems.

That and Thurston is my hero for using the following sentence as an example of what Angry Negroes Say:

"Skiing, my Sistah? Are you so obsessed with whiteness that you must frolic in it?"

That was the point where I fell off the couch, by the way. It is now my mission to find ways to use "frolic in whiteness" in everyday conversation FOREVER now.


Trying to decide now if "frolicking in whiteness" will be my new euphemism for living in the Valley in general or just for having sex with [livejournal.com profile] cell23...
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I noticed this morning that I seem to be on an upswing health-wise, though I don't know what I'm doing differently other than drastically reducing my coffee consumption, though considering they tell you to kill your coffee habit if you have a gastrointestinal disorder, that may in fact be enough. But yeah, it sorta dawned on my that I haven't had a massive attack of the ow ow ow in at least a week, it bears thinking about.

Not being in constant pain also means a) my appetite is back (with a vengeance some days) b) an uptick in my mood in general. I always forget my brain tends to crap out when my health is fucked up, which is a good thing because man, the depression jag I was on this month was not fun. But things are looking up some.

I'm a little over halfway through my 75 book challenge for the year, and I imagine I'll be quite a bit ahead once I get back from the Vineyard, seeing as I'm bringing all my outstanding library books with me. But I'm amused/impressed by the list I've already managed to rack up:

  1. Od Magic (McKillip, Patricia A.)

  2. Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal (Moore, Christopher)

  3. The Hunger Games (The Hunger Games, #1) (Collins, Suzanne)

  4. Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2) (Collins, Suzanne)

  5. Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, #3) (Collins, Suzanne)

  6. Lost at Sea (O'Malley, Bryan Lee)

  7. Beguilement (The Sharing Knife, #1) (Bujold, Lois McMaster)

  8. Legacy (The Sharing Knife, #2) (Bujold, Lois McMaster)

  9. The Virtu (Doctrine of Labyrinths, #2) (Monette, Sarah)

  10. Pack of Lies (Paranormal Scene Investigations #2) (Gilman, Laura Anne)

  11. Daughter Of Hounds (Kiernan, Caitlín R.)

  12. The Child Thief (Brom)

  13. Goblin Quest (Jig the Goblin, Book 1) (Hines, Jim C.*)

  14. The Kingdom of Gods (The Inheritance Trilogy, #3) (Jemisin, N.K.*)

  15. Avatar: The Last Airbender: The Promise Part 1 (Yang, Gene Luen)

  16. Passage (The Sharing Knife, #3) (Bujold, Lois McMaster)

  17. The Secret Garden (Burnett, Frances Hodgson)

  18. Horizon (The Sharing Knife, #4) (Bujold, Lois McMaster)

  19. Liar (Larbalestier, Justine)

  20. A Rogue By Any Other Name (The Rules of Scoundrels, #1) (MacLean, Sarah)

  21. Daughter of the Forest(Sevenwaters, #1) (Marillier, Juliet)

  22. Stolen Continent CL (Wright, Ronald)

  23. The Passage (The Passage #1) (Cronin, Justin)

  24. The Demon King (Seven Realms, #1) (Chima, Cinda Williams)

  25. How to Ditch Your Fairy (Larbalestier, Justine)

  26. City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments, #1) (Clare, Cassandra)

  27. The Night Circus (Morgenstern, Erin)

  28. City of Ashes (The Mortal Instruments, #2) (Clare, Cassandra)

  29. The Exiled Queen (Seven Realms, #2) (Chima, Cinda Williams)

  30. Hidden Warrior (The Tamír Triad, #2) (Flewelling, Lynn)

  31. Shade's Children (Nix, Garth)

  32. Tales From The Land Under My Table (Wilhelm, Hans)

  33. Annie (Meehan, Thomas)

  34. The Giraffe and the Pelly and Me (Dahl, Roald)

  35. Look Me in the Eye: My Life with Asperger's (Robison, John Elder)

  36. The Gargoyle (Davidson, Andrew)

  37. The Truth Machine (Halperin, James L.)

  38. Practical Demonkeeping (Moore, Christopher)

  39. The Stepsister Scheme (Princess, #1) (Hines, Jim C.*)

  40. Trip of the Tongue: Cross-Country Travels in Search of America's Languages (Little, Elizabeth)

  41. Sister Citizen: Shame, Stereotypes, and Black Women in America (Harris-Perry, Melissa V.)

  42. The Killing Moon (Dreamblood, #1) (Jemisin, N.K.*)



So far the only book I really disliked was Cronin's The Passage, and I did get very annoyed with the second Doctrine of Labyrinths book as it wore on. The rest have verged from diverting to fantastic. Also kinda happy that out of that entire list only five books (the Hunger Games trilogy, The Secret Garden and Tales from the Land Under My Table) have been rereads.

The problem with gorging myself on library books, especially when reading one from an author I actually really like and respect is I get that YOU SHOULD BE WRITING NOT READING twinge. *chuckle* I guess thank goodness for the Drinktank guys - without having to spit out something for our occasional meetings I wouldn't make any kind of progress on that front at all.

Aw fuck.

Jun. 6th, 2012 10:57 am
anagramofbrat: (this too shall pass)
RIP, Ray Bradbury.

This guy pretty much warped my fragile tweenage mind enough to ensure lifelong science fiction fangirlery. I has a sad.
anagramofbrat: (brat)


This terrifying image is one of the stage sets for the ballet Nutcracker, designed by Maurice Sendak. His designs and sketches for the show were incorporated into a handsomely bound edition of the actual story "Nutcracker" by E.T.A. Hoffman, which I received as a Christmas present as a kid, read a couple of times and refused to open again for a couple of years because all the very... toothsome... illustrations utterly terrified me.

(As an aside, this was also my first audiobook - six cassette tapes worth of Christopher Plummer (!!!) reading the story and scored with Tchaikovsky's suite.)

Maurice Sendak's books and illustrations continue to terrify me now that I'm grown, but it's a more delicious sort of terror, the sort that remembers what it felt like to be scared of the monsters in the closet or under the bed, but now knows they either don't exist or are harmless.

He will be missed. :(
anagramofbrat: (bitch please)
Going through my Goodreads log of Stuff To Read and updating my "Read" also rolling my eyes at myself for not renewing my library books a couple weeks ago, I've managed to rack up a whopping $3 in fines. (I know I know.) Wellp, I have only one left out now, so... feh.

One of the ones I read recently was Juliet Marillier's Daughter of the Forest, which was excellent. I had one cranky/woobly moment with it though, but it's not the fault of the book, really just... I'm really REALLY tired of reading about fantasy heroine rape survivors, man. The more I encounter it, the more it seems like a quick and dirty way to be all "See? See? THIS IS A STRONG FEMALE CHARACTER. SHE TOOK A DICKIN' AND KEPT ON TICKIN'." Can we find some other way of portraying that, please? Once in a while, okay, you know what, that shit happens and yes, it's bad. However this crops up so often in fantasy that it's well nigh become a trope, often compounded with the idea that the heroine's suffering is magically erased by Sympathetic Hero Cock +5. Yeah, um... IT DON'T WORK THAT WAY HELLO. And yet it keeps getting written that way to the point where it's getting offensive. This book wasn't that bad, as I felt it portrayed Sorcha's trauma and trust issues afterwards accurately, right on up to her Sympathetic Hero Cock moment, but... but. COME ON. All I'm asking is skipping this trope entirely, kthx. Bonus if you can have said heroine's coitarche be a positive experience for a change, and not involve Sympathetic Hero Cock, but that might be a bit too much to ask. :P

Just started The Passage. It's off to a very slow start, and is so far reminding me so much of an updated version of Firestarter that I can see a six year old Drew Barrymore holding hands with Stephen King and both of them slowly shaking their heads with disapproval. However I'm only thirtyish pages in out of 700+, so hopefully that first impression will change.
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In a very "Very Long Engagement" sort of way, I told myself if both the shows listed on the Cinemark website were not sold out by the time I got to the mall after work, I'd get a ticket and go. Not only was show #2 not sold out, there was a Super! Seekrit! showing that wasn't on the website at all that started five minutes later, so I got a ticket to that one. That show wasn't even remotely full by the time the movie started, and almost completely devoid of screaming teenagers. WINWINWIN.

So the movie itself. TL;DR version: solid A-. I have one midgrade and several very minor complaints which I'll go into in a bit. That said... There are reasons why instead of retiring straight to bed with a warm snoring manbeast I'm up writing this. This is not a movie you leave going all "OMG YAY THAT WAS THE BEST THING EVAR." It's actually more along the lines of how I determine a "good" episode of Law and Order SVU, which is scoring highly on the scale of how many showers I feel I need to take afterward. I left the theater with this incredibly uncomfortable oogy feeling, which is exactly right and appropriate, if not exactly conducive to sleeping. I've pretty much resigned myself to either looping through tonight or getting about an hour's worth of semiconscious snuggle before work.

Blah blah blah spoilers )

I think I've come down enough from the disturbing to at least try to get a little bedtime in now. But it was definitely worth staying up for, even if it left me more full of gutpunch than squee.

And now... g'night.

random

Mar. 14th, 2012 11:07 am
anagramofbrat: (green things)
Temperatures for the next little while are expected to stay between 60 and 70 F. There are peeper frogs out at night. The cat is going more apeshit than usual and spends hours either at the open back patio door or in the newly de-plasticked living room window. Or trying to make a break for it when we open doors. Expecting her to resume her rocket powered charge through the patio screen at any moment.

Met with Lesley Arak last night to talk wedding photography. Have some lists to make.

It's pi(e) day. I don't think I will get any tasty pie today, but it's only 10:30am, who knows what lovelies the day might bring.

I took a mental health day yesterday to rest up and deal with the brain weather, though that was quickly explained by the onset of ladytimes. Feh. Thankfully the cramp fairy has the month off, but her spot seems to be filled by the EAT EVERYTHING fairy. I tell you what, this whole having an appetite thing is awful. I just want to eat ALL THE THINGS all the time. I would appreciate a happy medium between pig out and nonconsensual fast.

I baked cheddar biscuits though. Nom nom nom.

Anyway, the brain weather seems to have settled a little bit, though I clearly still have some ex-related angries that need to be either put to bed once and for all (not likely) or cheerfully beaten back into their little boxes until later (probable). No real point to stressing myself about it until I find some way back onto my wellbutrin.

Somehow after swearing that I wouldn't freelance anymore I found myself helping one of the campus cops with his photography web site after work on Monday. Oh well. Extra money is never a bad thing.

I have a date tonight with CuteGirl - we are seeing The Artist. We'll see how I do w/r/t terrified lesbian sheep tendencies.

Still struggling with creative projects and the actual working on of them.

I have accidentally an aloe plant. One of the techs upstairs was putting this pot of aloe shoots out with a "TAKE ME HOME" so I was all what the hell, I used to be really good at growing aloes. Actually I have to get cracking on this year's gardening projects. Now that it's warming up I need to empty out and wash out last year's pots and decide what things I want to grow besides tomatoes. Also repot Spidey, he's looking a little sad.

[livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I are into the fourth season of Breaking Bad now. OMG this show. I can't even.

I have also broken my resolution to only have three books out from the library at a time. I met Lesley at the Jones last night and the temptation was just too great. Right now I have parts 3 & 4 out from Bujold's Sharing Knife series, Justine Larbalestier's Liar, Juliet Marillier's Daughter of the Forest*, and Justin Cronin's The Passage out right now. Also reading Stolen continents : the Americas through Indian eyes since 1492. Occasionally I have to break up all the YA and fantasy stuff, and this book so far is pretty good. *sigh* because I really have oodles of time to read. Feh.

I feel like I need to use the time between now and PAX hermited up until I get more stuff finished, or at least until I feel like I have. Except the damn weather's all COME OUTSIDE AND SPEND TIME IN ME. I suppose I ought to enjoy these precious few days of springtime before the trees all wake up and start filling the air with their abominable itchy fornications.

* intrigued, as this series seems to have the same cover artist as the first three Kushiel books.
anagramofbrat: (rare spawn)
  • While I'm glad to have an explanation for the bad crop of brain weather I've had for the past few days by way of rather dramatic UTERINESPLODE yesterday, there's always a part of me that's always viciously annoyed by how my hormones affect my mental state. I hate comforming to stereotype. Probably don't help none that I crave fried greasy chicken like hell while I'm PMSsing. Pretty much all I need is some damn birkenstocks to complete the stereotype trifecta. Growl.


  • It's been a Studio Ghibli heavy weekend. Saturday night's movie with Kidzilla was My Neighbor Totoro, which Kidzilla didn't remember watching as a very small child (but nevertheless loved anyway). Yesterday we went to see The Secret World of Arietty, which we both enjoyed, probably for very different reasons, mine having more to do with taking in the lush, painterly quality of the animation and backgrounds and bursting into giggling at the commentary being whispered by [livejournal.com profile] extrajoker and friends, into whom we ran at the same showing. But seriously, I think it was [livejournal.com profile] cell23 that observed how after seeing trailers for all the current animated offerings trying to outdo each other in terms of style and cleverness and then you see one for a Miyazaki movie which instantly makes everything else look, well, amateurish. Not just that. Cartoony. Bah. Well, while I have no interest in seeing the bastardization of The Lorax, I'll probably go see the Aardman pirate movie. It looks just silly enough to appeal to me, and well. It's about pirates. I'm kinda required.


  • I'm not sure what I'm doing right, but things seem to have taken a turn for the better with regard to my everyday gut complaints. Things still hurt, but not like as often or as bad, and I'm a little bemused to note my appetite seems to have rebounded, so I'm eating slightly more than normal sized portions of things again as opposed to my tiny little bites of meals I'd been confined to before. I also seem to have put on weight, but that could well be ladytime bloat, so I'm not going to put that much store by it. Really the only change I've made diet-wise is trying not to eat too much in the way of candy (the only thing I can definitely say sets things off) and just basically eating more in general. I think just having more of everything - calories, nutrients, what have you - available for self-repair is probably the key.


  • We have the kids a couple extra days owing to school vacation this week. Pros are yay kids, and getting more time to hang out with them. Cons are Lil'Beast being four and actually having to deal with that. He had a DAY yesterday that made both [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I want to curl up with a bottle of Mr. Jameson's finest offerings at varying points of the day, though this was contrasted with him curling up in my lap and telling me how he wasn't actually angry when he threw tantrums, just sad, and didn't know why. Also with his periods of being a little gigglemonster. Poor kid. It's rough being four. Once again I'm reminded of a passage from Peter Pan when it's remarked upon that fairies are so small they only have room for one emotion at a time. I think the same could be said for very small children.


  • We're having a spate of gorgeous early-spring weather these past few days. Warm (by which I mean high forties/low fifties) and, well, that sort of not-quite cold that's fresh and clean feeling, not merely freezing. Crisp. Like an apple. It's delightful AND incredibly strange, it being not even March yet. I mean, we had a picnic on Saturday. Outside and stuff. In February. What is this madness?


  • Also been doing a LOT of reading lately to the point where Goodreads says I'm on track again for my 75 book challenge. I have five books out from the library plus I finally got past the initial hurdle of the first few chapters of Lois McMaster Bujold's Sharing Knife series and subsequently demolished my way through the first couple of volumes. Nothing like as good/fun as the Vorkosigan saga, but readable nonetheless. I enjoy authors that can create believable character interactions despite or even because of their circumstances/setting, goodness knows internal character bickering have kept me reading some series long after they jumped the shark into soap opera-y dreck (*cough* Black Jewels, Kushiel Legacy *cough*). Aside from that, I'm also enjoying Laura Gilman's Paranormal Scene Investigations series and The Child Thief, Brom's cracked take on Peter Pan, though I did have to get over my initial disappointment that it wasn't a graphic novel. Somewhat less engaging was the second volume of Sarah Monette's Doctrine of Labyrinths, which had way too many passages that bored me silly between the actually interesting bits. I'll probably pick up the last two volumes at some later point, but I don't quite have the give-a-fuck to push through them right now, especially as most of the conflicts set up by the first novel have pretty much been dealt with.

Wellp, that's pretty much me.
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Back at work today after leaving early on Wednesday and calling out yesterday. I still don't feel exactly 100% (more like 60 at generous best) but money has to be made and it's not like I get sick time on this gig. Not that the time home was entirely a wash. The great thing about the 21st century and having a tech oriented job is that there all kinds of devices you can crawl into bed with and continue to be productive on, even if you feel like leftover poop. Which is good. I'm still playing a horrifying amount of post-holiday catchup, money-wise.

Every morning I agonize over whether to bring the Hatemonger out with me. Usually when I decide to leave him home is the day when there's something FANTASTIC to photograph, of course. Goddamn Murphy's law. This morning someone had stuck a manniquin painted and dressed to resemble to jolly green giant in the Haigis Mall bus shelter. It was so fantastically WTF that I'm going to be kicking myself for leaving the camera all day.

I've put off rereading The Hunger Games for a long ass while, despite [livejournal.com profile] head58 treating me to the hardcover box set for my birthday. I guess I was terrified that it would lose something in the reread; its immediacy maybe, or my initial engagement with the characters, I don't know, I figured something would jump out at me that would make me not like it as much this time around. Since I'm falling behind on my 75 book challenge and needed something to do that wasn't staring at a screen last night (and since I haven't paid my library fines yet) I finally pulled out the first book and have been happy to find that a year and a half was about the right length of time between readings. Even though I know how it ends, it still has me quite firmly by the gonads.

People have spent so much of my life telling me I would grow to hate snow as I grew up, learned to drive, got older. I'm pleased to report that at 33.5 that has yet to become the truth. A good part of my morning indignance at being awake and moving at such an early hour was erased by the weirdly fun sensation of fresh snow creaking as it packed down under my boots.

No plans for the weekend other than finishing the recovery from this last round of uck, housecleaning, making some OJ chicken, and doing some work for job #1. Also working on Sqwrrl, as I've been neglecting that a bit this month in favor of Real Work (heh) and shoring up some gaps in my PHP knowledge. It may necessitate rewriting a fair bit of code but I think the game will be better for it. I also need to bite the bullet and start looking at books/tutorials/classes for smartphone app creation. Speaking of which, thank you for all the suggestions for Boston books.

I guess, TGIF, eh?
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All right people, and Internet at large, I have a request: I'm looking for children's books (chapter or picture) that are either set entirely or have key scenes set in Boston.

Ones I've thought of already:

Make Way for Ducklings (Robert McCloskey) - Obviously.
The Trumpet of the Swan (E.B. White)
You Can't Take a Balloon into the MFA (Jacqueline Preiss Weitzman)

Help me add to the list? I need ~7 more.

EDIT Suggestions:

Johnny Tremain (Esther Forbes)
‎The Fifth of March (Ann Rinaldi)
Zachary's Ball (?)
Oh Boy, Boston! (Patricia Reilly Giff)
anagramofbrat: (read a book)
Procrastinating from housecleaning = lots of posting on the internet, apparently.

So as most of you know, I'm doing the goodreads challenge again this year (75 books this time!) and I need suggestions. Not picky about genre, target age group or fiction/non-fiction (hint - I quite enjoy biographies), if you think I might like/enjoy/be interested in $book, throw down a recommendation and I will read it. Or at least try. I rarely put down a book in the middle even if I dislike it, but it has happened a time or two. :)

and GO.

NOM.

Jan. 6th, 2012 08:48 am
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NEGL, I would bake and eat the fuck out of all of these.

Man, between The Hunger Games, A Song of Ice and Fire and Sunshine (which I really want to read again) it's a wonder I haven't gained 200lbs just by the power of suggestion. Of course, since the new hip thing is to come out with (mostly online) cookbooks to go with one's fantasy/science fiction, I may just. I mean, you're talking to the girl who thought a WoW cookbook would be awesome. Mmm, Goretusk Liver Pie...

Speaking of all of which, I ought to check if Whole Foods is gonna offer Part 2 of the Game of Thrones cooking class...

Whoop!

Dec. 31st, 2011 07:02 pm
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2011 Reading Challenge

2011 Reading Challenge
Andee has completed her goal of reading 50 books in 2011!
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Finish the 2011 Goodreads Reading Challenge (I'm 4 books away from my goal of 50 and I'm currently halfway through three right now) and then take my boatload of overdue library books back... >.> <.< -_- *mumbles something sheepish about paying the fines, too* Hey, support your local library, right?

Oooh

Nov. 14th, 2011 02:25 pm
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Was kinda eh about the movie version, honestly, but this looks... yeah.

ETA: OMG I WANT ALL OF THESE WALLSCROLLS LIKE NOW. But if I had to pick one, it'd be Rue, she was my favorite. STILL. GUH.

11/11/11

Nov. 11th, 2011 09:08 am
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One of the few dates where it don't matter which side of the pond you're on, it's still right, lol. Anyone who makes wishes at 11:11 in general should make a couple of big ones today, I think.

I'd like to say something big and important about Veterans' Day, but [livejournal.com profile] elf_fu not only beat me to it, she said it far more eloquently than my caffeine deprived brain is capable of doing so I'ma just link over with a resounding Hell Yeah and a reminder to self that I need to call Dad. I need to check whether he's finished those Carnagie Deli sandwiches yet anyway.

I do not have the day off, which I'm okay with. The buses, however, are on No School Schedule, which I'm somewhat less fine with seeing as getting back across the river on Fridays is challenging enough with traffic. Tonight is the Boston run; we shall return with two short stacks to entertain for the weekend (and hopefully one Hess Truck). The only thing really on my agenda is reading to Kidzilla - during the blackout I started reading her The Graveyard Book and I'd like to at least finish that, not to mention make some progress reading Eragon as well. Also I want to find her a copy of So You Want to Be A Wizard - it's an older kid book, but if she can handle Graveyard, she should be fine with evil man-eating taxicabs prowling the streets of New York. Which they pretty much do anyway.

The Secret Sqwrrl project is getting a bit big to contain within my head at this point. I may need to go through my stacks of blank notebooks and three ring binders for one to dedicate to the project. Either than or take the excuse to make a trip to Staples - I have Things to Find Out there anyway.

Other than kiddos, I'm gonna do my best to Get Things Done this weekend - between blackouts, trips to New York, lingering sick and constant tired/lazy I've kinda fallen behind on Life and Everything. Course, playing catch up when Lil'Beast is chasing the cat trying to get her to eat handfuls of kitty treats never works out well, but I'm gonna take a shot at it nonetheless. :)
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MY HOUSE, IT IS CLEAN. No for real, this weekend was all about the lose my shit and clean. Well, you know, you get a vacuum you're gonna want to use it. A lot. Also apparently if we get a bucket, [livejournal.com profile] cell23 is possessed by the MustMop Monster. This is about the least gritty/sticky our floors have been since we moved into the Great Race War, I swear.

Other than CLEAN ALL THE THINGS, it's been a good weekend. Squrrely shit has been worked on, friends were briefly visited in the dead of night, kitties have been played with, Halloween costumes have been admired, thirty thousand pounds of bananas recycling have been taken out, work has been done, though not nearly to completion. Errands were run, candy stock (personal, not Halloween related) has been replenished, opportunity to flirt with CuteGirl achieved. That girl and her place of employment is going to be very bad for my ongoing pancreatic function, not to mention my wallet. Also they need to bring back the chocolate+graham cracker Wonka Bars, damn it. *foot stomp*

Other than carving some pumpkins with the kids and putting in at least a short appearance at Atramoria for their party next weekend, it's shaping up to be a low key Halloween. I'm all right with that.

Showertime, then I think some settling in and making a dent in the pile of books I carted home from the library is in order for the rest of the night.
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Yeah I know it's ass o'clock am, what am I doing up. I woke up two hours-ish ago and its a good thing I did as my iPod was out of juice and none of my alarms were set for the day. At this rate, seeing as they're gonna go off in half an hour I might as well loop through for my work day and nap when I get home.

Yesterday (it still feels like today) was pretty awesome - productive shit was accomplished around the house in terms of cleaning, although in the process I encountered Horrendous Colonies of Green Fuzz. Note to self - I need to be more vigilant about rinsing out my plastic lunch containers when I get home. But I'm perversely proud of myself - apparently it takes three instances of stealth mold attacks now to freak me out as opposed to one, so I suppose I'm getting better with that whole green fuzzy phobia. Still. Need to stay on top of the kitchen a little more cause ewwww.

We has bookshelves in our bedroom now! Lol the cat is so confused right now. She seriously doesn't know what to make of there suddenly being these odd structures she can climb into. Considering I haven't had a chance to really unpack books to fill them with yet, she's been jumping in and out of the shelves in an investigative manner for most of the afternoon. Even caught her curled up on the top shelf of one next to my manga, which was all kinds of both cute and WTF.

Midway through my morning I got pinged by [livejournal.com profile] htl_1126, who was all like O HAI I'M IN TOWN AND IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY I'M TREATING BOTH OF US TO HANGAR WINGS AND BEER. Talk about offers I cannot refuse! So out we went and indeed Wings were had. Oh God. Hangar wings. There is something about having them in the actual restaurant fresh out the kitchen that notches them up from delicious chicken crack to a near religious experience. Nothing like the 2 pound $45 ribeye steak [livejournal.com profile] cell23 had apparently, but I'm not super picky about my indulgences. Dead thing is dead thing.

I'd been facebook chatting with CuteGirl this past week since we keep being all non-proactive about getting together. Accursed lesbian sheep syndrome. Anyway she works in Amherst so I decided to wander by and say hello at the end of her shift. Ended up staying until she closed and then afterward we went to Barts for ice cream and sweet stuff and shit shooting. I had a lovely time and came home on a cloud of squee. I don't know where that's going but I'm enjoying it. Now hopefully it won't be another three months before we connect up again, but I doubt it will since we now know each other's work/game schedules. Muuuuhahahaha

It dawned on me that I've been on a meat and sugar bender since early Friday. Sheesh, no wonder I'm getting sick. Thankfully it remains a minor cold and once I quit dusting today my nose stopped running like a faucet so hopefully it'll be a short lived one as well. Can I be amused by how every time I'd go to New York for a week earlier this year [livejournal.com profile] cell23 would usually come straight down with something a couple of days later and now that he's the one gone, I'm the one all sniffly and ew? Oy.

I'm a little mad I volunteered to work today seeing as I'm nowhere near done with the housecleaning I wanted to get done and don't really feel like going in, but I like getting paid, so off I'll go in an hour. I have errands to run anyway. Still, no complaints about the weekend. None at all. :)

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