sundries

[rm]

- 29 days.

- 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.

Comments

[mysduende.livejournal.com]

I would advise against reading Twilight if you're predisposed againt it - well, that goes for any book actually.. ;)

As for why I personally love the books, crack obsessed but not srs bsns about them, well, it's plastered ALL over my LJ the reasons why.

And of course, teh sparkles and teh dazzle of a certain character is equivalant to 'bewitching the mind and ensnaring the senses.'

Though..speaking from the PoV of someone who has been entrenched in Potterverse for quite some time, Twilight is entirely nothing like HP (the constant comparisons are ridiculous, imo.) However, I would say that both JKR and SM are similiar in that they are not srs bsns 'the classics' type authors. They've both reached popularity merely for mom success stories, writing a storyline that was enjoyable to them personally and having it turn out an overnight success. The are decent Storytellers - not masterpiece authors. So, being chagrined that Twilight is not classic author's work is a bit moot.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I wasn't expecting great literature (I think JKR is a pretty awful writer in a lot of ways), but it just had the very thing that puts me off from the land of YA books, which is that bratty tone. Perhaps because I could never identify with that type of narrative -- not that I can't be a brat, but I never had the privilege to be someone who was popular enough to be bratty (instead of frightened, angry and hiding) in high school. It's too unfamiliar and I'm under the impression (perhaps erroneous) that a lot of the people who are actually in the age bracket these books are for do aspire to that sort of thing and it immediately gets my hackles up. I mean, I'm 35, but girls like that will never stop being the enemy I don't think.