Too much to do, not enough sleep to actually give a damn about doing it. thinks i really should be doink: – laundry – change the kitty litter – make banana bread – make regular bread – dishes – sweep – vacuum – mop – write up a suvudu blog – addressing more of those books to send out – oh, i must remember to sign up for the tap classes Ted and I watched the last of s3 True Blood over the weekend. Somewhere around episode ten, Ted said,…
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reading meme: day six
Day 06 – Your favourite writer I’m afraid this meme is going to get a bit repetitive, at this rate. Guy Gavriel Kay is probably my favorite writer, though I do not unconditionally love everything he’s written. I really have to go back and re-read A SONG FOR ARBONNE, which I wasn’t particularly taken with, but I wonder if it would improve upon re-reading. And I will probably never re-read THE LIONS OF AL-RASSAN because the last chapter makes me crazy, which is a crying shame, as up to that…
speaking of spoilers
It turns out that did *not* click through on my previous entry about Supernatural, so I am standing up to say that I maligned her with all that silliness, and my hat is off to her for not clicking through. “I am spoilerphobic,” she said, in righteous injury. “I belong to a spoiler-free Supernatural community on LJ which I have not read for the past year JUST IN CASE.” That’s okay. It was funny anyway. :) But now she has seen all of s5 SPN, so now I will post…
picoreview: Tamara Drewe
This largely rather charming movie was apparently adapted from a graphic novel, which I’m going to have to locate and read as a comparison. But taken on its own, it’s certainly worth watching, with two or three really outstanding performances and perfectly good ones from everybody else. There was the added bonus for me that I had no idea, going in, that it was about writers, and so the opening scene of a bunch of writers at work with the various processes voiced over was unexpectedly funny. :) On one…
reading meme: day five
Day 05 – A book you hate I really do wish I could remember the book I read when I was 19, the one that made me say, “Christ, I can do better than *this*,” and sit down to write my first novel. But I honestly have no idea what it was. There are, though, some books I can make blanket “I loathed this” statements about. In fact, there are authors who fit wholesale into that category: Jack L. Chalker is one of them. And for some reason I read…