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- Today is a bit of shopping and sewing for tomorrow. Apparently, I'm going to be parting my hair to side, slicking it back and then pinning parts of it under. This is evoking, for me, moments of high school when I did just that, for reasons too embarrassing to get into mainly because I did it badly. So I hope it even half works. It'd be nice to have friends and be hot all at once like that. It's hard to explain.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chite knows, but I hope respects my rather fragile dignity on this one.
- Still haven't decided if I should do half of fencing class tomorrow before the thing. I could. And it might put me in the right mood. It also might make me tired, sweaty and rushed, and none of those things are particularly fun-inspiring. I think this is one of those situations without a correct answer.
- Work, oh work! It's going to be a long day.
- Reading Another Life (yes, it's another Torchwood book), which is actually written like a book. A detective novel really, which is the sort of cadence that doesn't really work for me. But what's interesting about it is the really weird, oddly lovely details that appear for no reason at all from time to time -- like the bit about Jack trying to grow coral in an ashtray on his desk. It was very what the fuck and oddly sweet to me. Yeah, I'm damaged, we know.
- The blessing that the iPod is remains huge.
- Note to self. You own fabulous cufflinks. You have almost no shirts that take cufflinks. And now you want to buy more cufflinks? *eyeroll*. Get the horse and cart in the right order please!
- Gah, that reminds me, I really need to pick up my dry cleaning.
- Read a bit of Twilight in the bookstore the other day. Tell me it has some redeeming value other than the brat narration voice that has taken over YA literature, wedding porn and a "vampires say abstinence is hot" agenda? Because I respect you guys, but yikes. Why do you love these books?
- I have a lot of outstanding pro-fic that needs to be dealt with this weekend.
- I also have more Jack/Annie stuff floating around and I think a porntastic Jack/Ianto idea (finally) that sort of involves Gwen being an idiot, but not in a hateful way. She's just really useful as a nosey plot device.
- I will not set anything on fire, tempting and occasionally appropriate though it may be.
- The worst thing about one's 30s is discovering that it's not actually technically possible to be gifted at anything anymore because one is expected to be successful. And living ridiculously just isn't the sort of thing people have enough regard for. Or something. Stupid, stupid pothos. Stupid.
- Today is a bit of shopping and sewing for tomorrow. Apparently, I'm going to be parting my hair to side, slicking it back and then pinning parts of it under. This is evoking, for me, moments of high school when I did just that, for reasons too embarrassing to get into mainly because I did it badly. So I hope it even half works. It'd be nice to have friends and be hot all at once like that. It's hard to explain.
chite knows, but I hope respects my rather fragile dignity on this one.- Still haven't decided if I should do half of fencing class tomorrow before the thing. I could. And it might put me in the right mood. It also might make me tired, sweaty and rushed, and none of those things are particularly fun-inspiring. I think this is one of those situations without a correct answer.
- Work, oh work! It's going to be a long day.
- Reading Another Life (yes, it's another Torchwood book), which is actually written like a book. A detective novel really, which is the sort of cadence that doesn't really work for me. But what's interesting about it is the really weird, oddly lovely details that appear for no reason at all from time to time -- like the bit about Jack trying to grow coral in an ashtray on his desk. It was very what the fuck and oddly sweet to me. Yeah, I'm damaged, we know.
- The blessing that the iPod is remains huge.
- Note to self. You own fabulous cufflinks. You have almost no shirts that take cufflinks. And now you want to buy more cufflinks? *eyeroll*. Get the horse and cart in the right order please!
- Gah, that reminds me, I really need to pick up my dry cleaning.
- Read a bit of Twilight in the bookstore the other day. Tell me it has some redeeming value other than the brat narration voice that has taken over YA literature, wedding porn and a "vampires say abstinence is hot" agenda? Because I respect you guys, but yikes. Why do you love these books?
- I have a lot of outstanding pro-fic that needs to be dealt with this weekend.
- I also have more Jack/Annie stuff floating around and I think a porntastic Jack/Ianto idea (finally) that sort of involves Gwen being an idiot, but not in a hateful way. She's just really useful as a nosey plot device.
- I will not set anything on fire, tempting and occasionally appropriate though it may be.
- The worst thing about one's 30s is discovering that it's not actually technically possible to be gifted at anything anymore because one is expected to be successful. And living ridiculously just isn't the sort of thing people have enough regard for. Or something. Stupid, stupid pothos. Stupid.
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Date: 2008-06-26 10:35 pm (UTC)I've recently read the first three books and do plan on reading the final one when it comes out. When taken for what they are, I really don't think they're that horrible. They are YA romance crack, and in that, they serve their purpose, and I think they're written well enough for that. They're not Billy Shakes, and they're not trying to be, and they're really not even great literature, but for some reason I was able to sit down and get involved in the story, even if I did spent 3/4 of the book screaming at the characters for being so completely stupid and blind to what was in front of them. And I have no idea WHY, but it still appealed to me.
I haven't been able to sit down and read 500 pages at once since the final Harry Potter last year...and the targeted reading level is what made that possible, because obviously children's and YA books read faster than books written for adults. The Twilight story starts off well enough, but I will concede that a lot of the conflict in the second and third books has to do with mere stupidity on the part of the characters (omg, YOU MEAN THE COINCIDENCES AREN'T REALLY COINCIDENCES NOOOOO!!!!), and from there they get frustrating. But if I'm being honest, Jo Rowling isn't the greatest writer in the world (what she is is a good storyteller), and to be perfectly honest, Deathly Hallows was kind of anti-climactic for me. I liked it well enough (epilogue aside), but aside from knowing which supporting characters were going to die, how much were we really surprised? (Okay, Molly calling Bellatrix a bitch was pretty awesome.) Twilight can never live up to that legend anyway, but is it really any worse than whatever this generation's Sweet Valley is?
Of course part of my opinion may be that I'm just glad to have an alternative view of the vampire, instead of every reference I see now being a rip off of Anne Rice, whose own work is so sub-par at this point she's part of her own wank (Blood Canticle, anyone? No? Didn't think so.). Or some sort of attempt at justification because I actually enjoyed the crack read as a break from the works more traditionally recognized as literature that I usually read.
Also, sparkle text is fun.