Wednesday, July 29, 2009
"What the fuck did I do?"
They fixed up the corner store like it was a night club
It's permanently disco
Everyone is dressed so oddly I can't recognize them
I can't tell the staff from the customers
You have to carry all your things
You can't misplace them
There's nowhere to place anything
They're all shouting something at us, waving and pointing
They revamped the airport completely now it looks just like a night club
Everyone's excited and confused
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
I admit that I am baffled. In a good way. Keep looking – there ain’t no laudator temporis acti here.
*By the way, what the hell? That link creeps me out. It would creep me out if I were Robert Whatsisface. Also, thanks to the Spouse I am now imagining Robert Whatsisface with GPS tracking attached to his ear like a bear in a population study.
I came across a story about Obama reading the books with his daughter and I will give up my shame – if it’s good enough for the President (and countless otherwise rational, intelligent persons), then who am I to be embarrassed?
This, then, has been deeply enjoyable, much to my surprise, and slight embarrassment.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Spoiler alert, ye unfortunate readers and viewers of Twilight
So I am back, and w00t for that I guess. I have a choice of addressing my continuing dilemma about my career (what career?) or compulsively reading Twilight; or more accurately, Breaking Dawn or whatever the hell that last part is called that I need to go buy this evening. No surprises on my decision. Anyway, I am increasingly aggravated by the books, and I am starting to wonder if I will never again encounter a writer who can really write a series. Rowling messed it up so terribly that at least Meyer comes off looking pretty good by comparison. Mostly this is because she is less ambitious; no grand schemes here, only threads carried over from one story to the next. It works out ok. Bella is almost too convincing as a teenager; by which I mean that she, like Harry Potter, ends up grating on my adult nerves. The vampire is a little too good; but oh well, makes for a change from all the wicked ones, I guess. No, the writing is not the best, full of clichés, but who am I to complain, given that I still read all of it ravenously. What really bothers me, however, is not that, but the unexpected plethora of conventional morality in Eclipse. The nice vampire boyfriend wants to get married before the heroine fina-bloody-ly becomes a vampire? Really? And then, in case we hadn’t understood the metaphor, he also refuses to sleep with her until they are married.
It is better than the clusterf*ck that is the moral panorama of Harry Potter, in the sense that at least the values in question are…sane, albeit unhelpful. But still, I am resentful at being snuck up on with these things. Never mind the morality of becoming the undead; being married is what matters.
Footnote to avoid confusion: just in case anybody mistakes my criticisms for actual dislike – I think JK Rowling is a great creative mind, and she must be nice enough to be friends with Stephen Fry; some part of me wishes I were Stephenie Meyer (only the writing part! Not the Mormon part) and I love that she has playlists to go with the books; and I very obviously have no complaints about marriage. My criticisms are a measure of my involvement.
Thursday, July 09, 2009
I am so incredibly tired, and I need breakfast. Again. I'd say "Expect updates soon" and you should, but first I need to eat and sleep and then it may take a while for my brain to get back to room temperature.
Yes, I missed you too.