viedma: (I'm the Brain Cell!)
Yesterday I visited our local Meals on Wheels program in my capacity as a United Way Allocations Volunteer. Ooo, don't I talk posh! In other words, I visit organizations that receive United Way funds, learn about their services, and recommend that UW give thems lottss and lottz of monies. And it's win-win because I get to visit places I wouldn't normally get to see and recommend their services to patrons.

And they fed us, too-- I'm vegan, but I was able to partake in a surprisingly healthy amount. I had pasta with liberal amounts of peas and pearl onions, a green salad with cherry tomatoes, and grapes. In other words, better fare than I've had from the restaurant literally next door to the joint. And while I'm not so naive as to think they'd serve the people who'd recommend their funding a load of slop, I thought it was nice that it wasn't cooked in a load of butter and salt. Moral of the story: restaurant food is gross, don't eat it if you value your life.

I'm reading Laika, but may have to stop before I'm due to give it back to its owner on Sunday as I'm having a really hard time with it. I mean, I knew I would, but sometimes I want nothing more on this Earth than a sweet doggie to take care of and to dig up all my plants. Gentle animals don't do well with humans as a rule. Wah.

I'm trying to read The Maltese Falcon for mystery book group w/o much success, partly because I've seen the movie remake of this and it was called Lethal Weapon and ol' Mel dialed back some of the homophobia for the 80s. Yeah yeah I know, different time, blah blah, I still don't like it. Why is Dashiell Hammett literature but Agatha Christie is just a crackin' good read? Yeah, I know why, too.
viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (Boosh Reading Leads to PURE LIQUID EVIL)
This book I'm listening to for book group (I started reading it but gave up on page 20), it's like someone stuck parts of 10 different serial killers in one. He's a lawyer! A photographer! A child-molester! A cop killer! An English major! A cop raper! He is master of teh Interwebs! NOW HOW MUCH WOULD YOU PAY.

This villain is so ridiculous I'm having trouble remembering This Rr Srs Biznuss.

Anyway, if someone wants to recommend Michael Connelly's "The Poet" to you, just smile and tell them you have to wash your hair that evening.

Sometimes it's a real pain in the neck being limited in your mystery book club selection to books you can get through the Indiana Humanities Council or Kokomo Howard. They've always been very generous, but they only have so many mysteries to choose from and I'm starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel here.
viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (Black Books: I love books!)
When I ran out of diet Pepsi last Thursday I thought I'd try to clean my system of the demon caffeine. After 2 1/2 days of pounding headaches and nausea (sinusitis didn't help), I decided caffeine > me and at [ profile] violetisblue's threatening urging I bought many many diet Pepsis and chased them down with lots of sinus meds. Vali calls it my Mormonism; I prefer to think of it as Momanism.

The headache cleared in time to watch Radio Macbeth at the Court Theater. It's one of those plays where you wish you could see it over and over to catch all the stuff you missed. It's a rehearsal for a radio version of the play, and while no one ever speaks out of character, there are all these little gestures and looks between the actors as they said their lines. The actor who played the Weird Sisters at one point was banging on the table with a wooden block, and was it to get their attention, to ham it up and not let go of her moment, to focus, a warning? During one scene when Macbeth and Lady Macbeth are going at it, three of the actors are staring at a light, off stage right. What the hell was that all about? That was the great thing about this play.

So now far we've seen Kabuki Macbeth, now Radio Macbeth-- someday Macbeth Macbeth? When we're not going to twists on the Scottish tragedy [ profile] violetisblue and I are obsessively watching Cinematic Titanic and old MSTings. There's a connection there.

And you know what's nice about the National Book Awards this year? That that craptastic Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks did not win. In my fantasy version of how this played out I see Angela Johnson and Cynthia Voigt trapping Daniel Handler in a double jock lock and giving him swirlies until he promises they won't give E. Lockhart anything but a swift kick in the groin. Prove to me that it didn't happen. I don't know anything about the book that did win, What I Saw and How I Lied, but I can tell you know that it's better than The Disreputable History. I JUST KNOW.
viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (The Land of Fiction)
1. Yesterday I read The Disreputable History of Frankie-Landau Banks by E. Lockhart,
and I have to say that I haven't detested a female character this much since Mary Russell. Or even wossername from Tom Robbins's Another Roadside Attraction.


Amanda. Yes. God, what a cunt. If people had to burn books, they should burn his. Or at least that one.

Anyway. God. Male-identified protagnists make me want to scream and hit things. It was one of those YA books where I kept reading because it *might* have shown some promise, that all signs where pointing to Frankie having a lightbulb moment and going, you know, instead of leading this secret society of boys around and having them do my bidding and letting their ringleader take credit for it.... I could start my own club. Enlist her geek friends that she shitcanned to be with her loser boyfriend (thankfully she and the boyfriend part ways at the end, a rare good moment) and have them battle it out for supremacy. Her club would've totally won, no contest. Anyway, that moment never happened.

I offer you a bit of the very end, after she's been caught doing all sorts of nefarious deeds at her school--

As a condition of her return to Alabaster, Ruth and Zada insisted Frankie begin counseling. She sat through weekly sessions with the school mental health professional in order to explore her "aggression" and to work on channeling her impulses into more socially appropriate activities. The counselor suggested competitive team sports as a positive outlet, and pushed Frankie to join the girls' field hockey team.

That was not a productive solution.

It was the girls' team.

Boys didn't even play field hockey.

Boys thought nothing of field hockey.

Frankie was not interested in playing a sport that was rated as nothing by the more powerful half of the population.


ARGH! (*riprendteargnash*) Just because a boy doesn't value it doesn't mean it has no value! (*stampkickpunchstab*) Jesus Christ lady get some fucking empowerment! This book was published this year for crying out loud. I told [ profile] violetisblue about my 2 minutes' hate and suggested she gobble up some vitamin T and cut off her boobs, but I don't think it'll make her happy. It's going to be a long time before I trust a YA book review from the New York Times. Sticking with the YA National Book Awards is a pretty sure bet, otoh-- Vali, [ profile] annlarimer and myself passed around The Absolute True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie. It was both one of the funniest and saddest books I've ever read. Good on him.

Your 2 Minutes' Hate has been interrupted to tell you that I won our staff's summer reading prize! Yes it is October but who cares! I just scored some seriously cute stuff and it's MINE I tell you, all MIIIIIINE! Ahahahahahah.

Yes, I am sounding a little loopy. I could blame the mellowcreme pumpkins, but what would be the point of that?


Sep. 8th, 2008 09:54 am
viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (bodies back upstate)
Last night I went all urpy when I fell asleep and dreamed that I'd invented a cross between the grape tomato and an eggplant. It was called The Graymato. It wasn't a good name, but the finished product was really pretty. I think I have to go a little easier on the tomatoes. All that acid.

Well, tonight I have a book discussion for a book I couldn't finish reading. Because the combination of Golden Age mystery in a real-world, "gritty" setting makes everyone act like a sociopath, that's why. Although you could probably argue that most Golden Age mysteries are like that: "I say, they raped Nigel, stuffed him in the wood chipper and served his shredded remains to us for pudding." "Oh dear! That will put me right off my tea. Has the post come?" I'm serving watermelon. Wish me luck.
viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (Do Not Jump Into Tiger's Mouth)
[ profile] violetisblue had an early doctor's appointment, so I'm up. Lucky you!

Not too much as of late. I finished Fingersmith by Sarah Waters right before vacation a couple of weeks ago and it popped the top off my little peanut head quite nicely. Seriously, it's an amazing book, one of those where you think you're reading one thing, and it's nothing like that at all, and the reversals and deviousness keep piling up and piling up and oh man. I incoherently loved it.

Have been slogging through The Museum of Dr. Moses by Joyce Carol Oates and cannot get into these ten short stories. Saturday I started one called "Feral" and just lost it ala Tom Servo in the Gamera films: you take everything good and you rip my heart out! *glub glub* Will take it back unfinished.

And I picked up a copy of "Westcountry Mysteries" off Ebay last week. The first true thrilling tale is called "The Beast of Exmoor." It couldn't *possibly* be a wild cat who was killing sheep because the wildlife pickings were particularly thin one year, oh noes! It were a mysterious raging hellbeast! Good times.

The Sarah Jane Adventures. Couple of things: 1. I love it, 2. When did Sarah Jane get hot? I always thought she was pretty before but never rang any bells and now it's all NOM NOM NOM all the time, and 3. Crotchwoot wishes it had a tenth of the dignity these kids get to have. We watched Whatever Happened to Sarah Jane last night. [ profile] violetisblue thinks it's a good cross between It's a Wonderful Life and Hellraiser, which is just about perfect.

Last week's Doctor Who wasn't as bad as the trailer made it look, but that would've been pretty hard to do as it made me feel like an un-MSTed Hobgoblins episode. It ultimately get a thumbs-down from me because the civilization that has been screwing up for umpteen berdillion centuries before the Doctor and his gang come along and solve everything in 13 minutes? How many of these episodes does a gal need exactly? But has little bits in it that were fantastic, and most of them had to do with Doctor-Donna. Doctor-Donna makes me squee. It makes me want to put on the tinfoil hat and basically never take it off. It's not anything they did specifically in this ep that did it, it's more of an overall feeling of "See that Donna over thar? She are Teh Boss of Me." Oh merciful heavens yes. She tells him to jump and he says how high. NOM NOM NOM NNNOOMRRRRGHHHHHH.

Please let me change the subject before I lose the remaining shreds of my dignity.

I planted some asparagus crowns this weekend. The instructions said they don't like cold damp soils, so naturally the day after I planted them we had 30 mph winds and about an inch of rain. Still, here's hoping. The garden is amazing, actually-- mostly what I'm doing is weeding, composting, and trying to stay out of the way while it does its thing. Yesterday when I Freecycling one of my young maple trees my neighbor runs out and says, "I hope you don't mind, I have a lilac bush that's under a tree and it doesn't get enough shade. Would you mind taking it off my hands? And I was like, um, well, see the thing is OF COURSE I'LL TAKE IT OMG. She's such a nice lady. This weekend am going to stimulate the economy by getting a couple more bleeding heart plants for the front bed.

Fan Stuff
A lot of that lately. I finished all my crafty stuff for Mediawest: Flying Spaghetti Monsters and some Harry Potter themed knitted stuff. The latter I'm going to try and sell at the art auction. Considering no one has more than two nickels to rub together I *probably* could've picked a better year to start doing this, but fuck it.

Am finished choosing pictures for a Hot Fuzz moodtheme and am only waiting on someone who promised me a .gif of Nicholas Angel jumping over fences for "bouncy" and "hyper". Anyone else know how to make an animated .gif? *paces paces*

Am also almost but not quite finished as well with the first draft of a Hot Fuzz story written with [ profile] annlarimer. It's about swans. Last night I cracked the 7000 word mark, 'crack' being the action word in this sentence.

Pepsi Points
65, w00t! Am thinking either the 2GB thumb drive, but I think I should be good and get Mom a digital keychain for when I go visit.

Pepsi Loot so far
Meerkat Manor Vol. 2
The French Chef Box Set Vol. 1
Casino Royale
Noise Cancellation Headphones
Witch Hunter Robin anime box set

Yes, I am a pig.
viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (Black Books: Little Book of Calm)
[Poll #1133227]

You know what? Tonight's book club went so well that nearly all the Laurie King- Mary Russell hate has left my system, replaced with a profound sense of relief. I haven't had such a lively chat since our Bellefleur sucked! Did Not! Did Too! American Gothic book discussion series from a couple years ago. Someone even brough lemon bars, bless 'em.

The fog was so thick it was like driving into a blank. It was pretty neat.

viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (Want Monkey! K FINE.)
...a ginormous brunch sometime around 2PM, followed by a solid afternoon of Do Whatever The Hell You Want. Ahhhh.

Yesterday Vali made chili sin carne al mole from Vegan with a Vengeance. She let the sofrito simmer longer than when she made this last time, and it produced the loveliest slow burn sensation in the mouth, yum. That and some garlicky kale with tahini dressing and brussels sprouts, and the memory of tinned dog food haggis is far, far away.

Vali's reading experiences have been more satisfying to her than mine have been of late. I'm reading The Game by Laurie King. It's not awful, it's just that I don't buy the central premise of the tale: that Sherlock Holmes would not just marry a woman, but marry a woman several million years younger than himself. But have no fear! She's tough! Smart! Beautiful but not too Beautiful! Resourceful! She's Mary Russell!: the wonder somethin'-or-other. (eyeroll)

I'd've ditched it ages ago, but I have to read it because it's for the book group I run and I don't remember things quite as well if I listen to them on tape. So mentally I've been searching and replacing Mary Russell with Watson. So far it's working, even when Watson has to wear a sari to the fancy dress ball on the slow boat to India.

There is one May-December couple that I totally buy, and that's Eight/Lucie Miller. Am listening to Blood of the Daleks and they are just yowsa, and it's made all the better by the fact that Lucie really doesn't care for Eight all that much. HOWEVER, i will be extremely grateful when we can get past this cultural moment of The Big All-Encompassing War That Will Change Everything garbage. It's not like I can blame Americans for this one either, as it's an English production. Here it's more of a case of "Lord of the Ring/later book Harry Potter"itis. Also, Daleks are lame and they suck and they will never be interesting no matter how much stirring music you put behind their screaming. I like the little moments better, of which there are many.

Am keeping happy by reading Vali's Life on Mars fanfic recs. I love how Sam Tyler and Gene Hunt bring out every retro impulse and every slash cliche ever, and do it in such a completely hot way. Moar, said the fangirl!


viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (Default)
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