They say that during times of economic unrest, stories of mass destruction come into vogue. The almighty do-over. Lately, I really wonder whether it would be such a bad thing to see the world re-made. My preference would be zombie apocalypse, of course: my obsessive emergency-kit-making vindicated, at last!
Of course, there are drawbacks: in my restless daydreams, the day before the apocalypse arrives, I win the lottery. :P
We’ve been really into boardgames lately. Somehow they are not as exhausting as sitting in front of a computer screen, although the learning curve is steeper.
I finished The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest. It was somewhat satisfying, but not as interesting as the first in the Millennium Trilogy, The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. I expected more of a world-wide bestseller. Then again, Twilight was (is) a bestseller, so that accolade probably means nothing. De gustibus non est disputandum.
They’re probably going to screw up the movies.
In recent memory, other, less-heralded bestsellers have been far superior: Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell for one, and The Thirteenth Tale for another. Not quite so mainstream in content, though I could argue that if you were going to believe in twinkling, fay vampires, you might as well go whole hog and dip into English magic and faeries.
Until Monday, there is a dark, voiding cloud over part of this city; until Monday, the world I inhabit does not include whatever that cloud masks. My eyes are getting heavy, but I’m reluctant to go to sleep because the very seconds are precious here, where there is not.
I’m going to be 32 this year. I always think of 32 as being Jesus-aged. What ill or good does that forbode? Is it blasphemous to use Jesus’ age as a Magic 8 Ball (yes). Is blasphemy something someone who doesn’t believe can do, or is it exclusively the province of those who don’t believe?
I woke him up four or five times, and then flashed my camera in his face. I’m a bad person. ;)
Back on photography, and very happy it’s Friday. Will it be an exciting weekend? Will our plans for the Queen Mary bear out? ALL SHALL BE REVEALED!
Hello, little blog. Have I forsaken you for a house?
I love our house – haven after unfullfilling days, patient palette for my mad decorating schemes, ultimate cubby hole for my magical stuffs, and resting place of my sweet jackass husband. Be it ever so humble, and all that.
I have a new ukelele! It is unlike any ukelele that I have ever had, in that it is real. I plan on headlining at the Met with my new opera entitled Der Zaubukelele in which there will be giant birds, a snake, and all manner of ridiculous tomfoolery. My fame awaits!
I recently discovered Plants vs. Zombies. About time the “cute zombie” niche was filled.
I have also decided it would be just tops if I could have a kick-ass robot suit, a la Bubblegum Crisis. It would be better than being able to fly, because then I could kick ass. The older I get, the more I find value in the idea of kicking ass.
It appears as though I will fail most spectacularly (and if you must fail, that’s the only way to go) at my ambitious reading plan for 2010, although there is always next year. As mortality threatens, so must the reading list be devoured more devoursomely!
Off to the vicinity of bed, to read and sleep, perchance to dream of Robson Green…
Another Black Friday, another story of people being trampled. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with people? It’s that fucking important to save $10? If I had been the guy on the floor while people LEAPT over me to get into the store, I would fucking lose my mind. If I were the manager of that store, I would make goddamn sure there were four employees out there at the opening of the door and anyone who pushed or shoved or JUMPED OVER SOMEONE ON THE FLOOR IN PAIN I would just make them go to the back of the fucking line. Goddamnit, people are shitheads. I’m so over most of humanity. UGH.
Didius Rex says, “RAWR PICTURES SATURDAY RAWR!!” ;)