I'm on the bandwagon. My Dreamwidth account is anogete, like it is here. I've done fuck all with it because I just haven't had the time or energy. Plus, creature of habit here, always going back to the LJ. I haven't yet figured out how to friend or subscribe or whatever it is you have to do, so you'd be doing me a favor by friending me there since I don't yet know how to friend you. Is there just a little button by the person's name?

drama llama )

I really dig J.R. Ward's writing style. She cracks me up with the badass banter between the Brothers in her books. ::huggles Rehv and keeps him away from the scorpions and spiders:: Also, holy shit, I love Xhex to death. She's must be one of my all-time favorite female characters ever in the entire world. I absolutely cannot wait for the next novel centered around her and John Matthew.
Jason and I watched The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly last night. Goodness, I had no idea Clint Eastwood was such a sexy bastard back in the day.

One of my favorite bands, the pAper chAse (yes, the caps are intentional), is releasing an album this month. In celebration, I've uploaded my favorite song. Ahh, intellectually violent. Someone I know was distressed that her stepsons like Insane Clown Posse and Slipknot. The boys enjoyed scaring her with the evil, edgy, crazy, angry music. Kid stuff, I told her. Let John Congleton cut you down...

So, How Goes the Good Fight?

In an effort to lessen the time it takes me to get out the door in the morning, I got a neat thing called a Blender Bottle. Typically, I eat cereal for breakfast, though I get little joy out of it since it is too early in the morning to even want to eat anything. The Blender Bottle is a plastic container with a flip lid. It comes with a metal spring-like doo-dad that is dropped in with your beverage. After putting the lid on, you shake it up and let the doo-dad do its work to blend the whatever. I have some protein powder drink mix called Spiru-tien. It's intended as a meal replacement when combined with milk. So, I'm going to do that. Upping my protein intake certainly can't hurt, and it will get me out the door faster since I can drink it in the car on my way to work.

I got it in my head that I need to read Neil Gaiman's Sandman series. I don't want to drop the insane amounts of cash to buy all the volumes, so I looked up the library online. They have all the volumes, but the first two are checked out and not due to be returned until the end of May. Drats.
I must have the next Black Dagger Brotherhood book. Like now. Because Rehvenge is my favorite. Why do I have to wait until Tuesday? Why can't some unsuspecting bookstore stick it out on the shelf today instead of following the rules?

I've been in a not-so-bad mood about work for the past few days. Payroll Girl found another job. She's been hitting the job search hard for about four weeks now, and finally found something on the base. I'm happy for her because she wanted out much more than I did. She's planning on giving notice this coming week. I'm questioning whether I want to give up my comfy job for another where I most likely won't have the perks I have now. Despite the drama-llama, I have it pretty damn easy. Where else can you openly play computer games and read books without getting reprimanded, you know? So, whatever... I'm still half-assing the job search.

During my hour-long walk yesterday, this happened...

What the crap? Seriously? I was just out for an hour. ::shakes fist at sun::

Also, during the walk I developed a playlist in my head of super awesome songs to take a stroll to on a nice spring day. Have a mix CD of this scrumptious songs...

spring strolling )

Many of the songs are quite rhythmic, which I find excellent for walking. Stick them on your favorite MP3 player and strut down the streets of your neighborhood. Just remember to wear sunscreen.
I love buying organic, and I try to use organic products as much as I can. Organic soaps, lotions, shampoos, hair conditioners, household cleaners, fruits, vegetables, food in general, etc. I've learned where to draw the line, though. The line? Organic deodorant. Simply put, it doesn't work. Learned that today. Eww.

My A Song of Ice and Fire calendar had been delivered to the apartment office when I got home yesterday. OMG--I lurv all the pretty pictures. And, and, and, there is one of Sandor! I fangirl Sandor Clegane like whoa. Actually, I also fangirl Sandor/Sansa. It's my M.O. (older--tortured--man/younger woman), so what am I gonna do, you know. Also, Jon Snow, why are you so freakin' hawt?

You know that song by Outkast? Roses? Greg Dulli covered it on the DVD I have of a Twilight Singers concert. I know you like to think your shit don't stick, but lean a little bit closer. See, roses really smell like boo-boo. They jam and Greg charms the audience for a little over a minute before the song proper begins.

Holy crap, will this audit ever end? I want to throw writing implements against the walls of my office. Also, the auditor's assistant came in wearing a plaid cape this morning. Part of me wants to like it, but another part of me is wondering why she's wearing a cape. Jason's mom told me capes are "totally in" right now, but I'm just not seeing it. Really?
anogete: (kill a stark)
( Feb. 16th, 2009 11:04 pm)
Well, crap. I forgot our annual audit at work is tomorrow. I haven't done a single thing to prepare for it, which means I'll be slogging through musty boxes of bank statements and canceled checks for most of the morning. Eff this.

Jason and I started watching the recent episodes of Doctor Who, beginning with the ninth Doctor.

Brent Weeks, you slay me! You kill two of my favorite characters? Tell me people are resurrected in your novels or I might cry. And you twist the knife by making characters I like kill other characters I like. Damn you. I'm avoiding spilling names because I don't know if anyone reading my blog might want to crack open Brent Weeks's The Night Angel Trilogy. I mentioned it a few weeks back when I saw the super shiny covers in the bookstore and had to get them since I :heart: assassins. Well, in these books, they aren't really assassins; they're wetboys. A wetboy is an extremely skilled assassin; they're the fellows you'd send to kill an assassin. At any rate, the books are fantastically wonderful, and I'm current devouring the second novel in the series.

Because I loved Lil' Wayne's "A Milli", it should come as no surprise that I also love Beyonce's "Diva". Although, I do prefer the dance done Trois Style. The one in the tutu is my favorite. And just like everyone and their mother, they've also done their rendition of "Single Ladies", complete with what appear to be devil horns. For a more faithful and technically superior knockoff of "Single Ladies", you can check out this fellow's video. He's very good!
anogete: (mill owners)
( Feb. 14th, 2009 06:36 pm)
I love the The H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society. They've released the trailer for The Whisperer in Darkness, and I think it looks fantastic. You can watch it right here.

And when I pulled up the HPLHS's website to link it here, I saw their link to this article about a North American Stonehenge under Lake Michigan.

I finally decided to part with $35 and subscribe to Fantasy and Science Fiction Magazine. It's wonderful, and anyone who enjoys short stories should give it a whirl. You can find copies on the shelves of any decent bookstore that deals in magazines. I've seen them at Barnes and Noble before. I'm using it to slow my tendency to devour novels. I've already finished five novels and a collection of short stories this month, and we're just now at the half-way point. It's a good thing I buy used or I'd be unable to pay the rent.

Jason and I aren't big Valentine's Day people. We both usually forget about it and don't do anything. However, I was reminded of it today when I went to the grocery to get eggs and saw a mass of frantic men spending far too much money on flowers, candy, and chocolate-covered strawberries. I'm guessing some of them were a bit late since it was nearly 1:00 in the afternoon before they rushed out to purchase the bribery.
I read Paul Auster's Leviathan this weekend. Auster is one of my favorite authors, though he is rather difficult to classify or describe to someone. Wikipedia says he blends absurdism and crime fiction, and I suppose that's a good enough description as any, but I don't think it encompasses the depth of his work. Anyway, I went into Leviathan knowing nothing about the plot other than what was on the back cover, and I was not disappointed. The entire ride was gorgeous and tragic and uplifting.

The novel is narrated to you by an author named Peter. He wants to tell you exactly how his long-time friend and fellow author, Benjamin Sachs, ended up blowing himself up on the side of the road in northern Wisconsin--how Sachs went from an outgoing, successful author living with a wife in Manhattan to sitting on the side of the road with a bomb in his lap in the middle of nowhere.

It was quite a ride, and I had a difficult time putting the book down. Though it has a sense of being surreal--as I feel all Auster novels do--the events leading up to Sachs' demise are believable in a bizarre, coincidental way. There are several major players in the novel, and they are all quite likable in their own way, yet always somewhat tragic in their relationships with others and themselves. At any rate, if you're looking for a quick read, then I'd highly recommend Leviathan. I don't think anyone would be disappointed with it unless they care little for the inner workings of a person's mind.

Ferguson has joined me at work today because I'm taking him to the vet this afternoon. He needs his yearly check-up and the evil!shots. Poor little guy. I hate to do it to him, but the shots are necessary to register him with the city and keep him healthy. Every time I go, they try to talk me into getting his teeth cleaned, but I'm so reticent about that because he has to be put under to do the procedure. Plus, it's a load of money, and it isn't like he has horrible teeth. I brush them every day with a special doggie toothbrush and poultry-flavored doggie toothpaste. I'm a good dog-mom, dammit.

My book thong died a horrible and abrupt death yesterday evening. It just ripped in two in my very hands. I almost cried because it has served me well and kept my place through so many books. I was so distraught I couldn't even throw it in the garbage; it's still on my side table all forlorn and damaged. So, it looks like I'm going to spend a portion of my lunch hour buying a replacement.
anogete: (fantastic planet)
( Feb. 2nd, 2009 08:59 am)
I love science fiction, fantasy, and horror stories. And I've spent most of my life (beginning at the age of seven or eight) reading them. Very few things unnerve me or give me that uncomfortable feeling of unease or fear. A few H.P. Lovecraft stories can do this, and they are usually the ones not intended to be so fearsome. I suppose, for me, it all centers upon the mood of a piece--the eeriness of it. I can watch every horror movie ever made without flinching, but the little things--the things that are slightly off kilter--make me nervous and jittery.

Last night, I went to bed an hour early and took Gene Wolfe's Starwater Strains, a collection of his short stories, with me. I managed to whiz through a couple stories before coming across one called "Pulp Cover." It was the final one I read last night simply because it made me so ill at ease I had to put the book down. Perhaps it was just me, though.

If you're so inclined, you can read it for free online right over here. I've linked directly to that story, which happens to be less than ten pages long, but the entire collection is available for your (free) online reading pleasure. And if you're curious as to the title of the story, he is, indeed, referencing those pulp magazine covers of the Amazing Stories variety.
I'm such a little follower. Several people on my flist have participated in this meme, and I felt it might be fun.

Ask me to take a picture of anything in my daily life. I'll take the picture and post in here on my journal. The request can be anything you like--my fridge, bookshelves, office, shoes, whatever.

I found a collection of short sci-fi stories by Gene Wolfe in a used bookstore last week. I wasn't feeling in a mood for a particular book when I finished Desperate Duchess this morning, so I picked it out of my stack. Sometimes a good gathering of short stories is just what you need.

And my icon? So effin' true. My heart is broken, Mr. Martin. I have a mind to drive an hour north to Santa Fe and hunt your ass down.

While we were walking Ferguson at the park, Jason's mother called my cell. Jason answered, and she asked if we wanted to come to her superbowl party today. His response? "Hell, no!" ::huggles Jason:: This is why we get along so well. We're reading sci-fi books in the silence of our apartment instead of at some sort of brash, nacho-cheese-filled superbowl party.
I'm exhausted, and I'm going to crash on the floor of my office if I don't get out of here soon. Stress is rebounding off the walls of this building, and I can't seem to dodge it. This entire week has been trying, but today was especially so. We've been bidding work left and right, without anything to show for it due to the current climate of the construction industry. I just spent the entire morning hunched over a typewriter filling out government paperwork and transcribing thousands of prices. My usual workload was pushed aside until this afternoon, which means I had to work twice as hard to get it completed. I suppose I could shove it off until next week, but that just leads to more work on Monday, and I don't have time for that. Tomorrow doesn't look much better than today, unfortunately.

And, you know, my entire day is made worse by the fact that I finished A Game of Thrones last night. I loved it, but I'm super duper depressed because I hate when characters I've grown to love die. I'm totally bummed.

During a moment for mental health this afternoon, I read this interesting article on work place sexual harassment. Specifically, sexual harassment directed at men from their female superiors and other women in the office. Working in a construction company, the sexual harassment from men is bound to happen, though I've never experienced it done in front of me while I was in the room. I have heard tale of certain individuals making comments about me or one of the other three women in this office, but it is never done in a harassing or insulting manner; it's usually meant as a complement. Then again, the crude things probably never get back to any of us girls because the boys know better. Has anyone experienced this in their job(s)?
First, OMG - Sandor Clegane icon. ::drools::

Never let it be said that I'm above superficial behavior in relation to novels. I went to the bookstore for something completely unrelated (a historical romance set in England), but ended up walking out the door with that and another novel--a fantasy one--I had never heard of before called The Way of Shadows. I never buy a novel without prior knowledge. It's the first in a trilogy by Brent Weeks, who I've also never heard of before. At any rate, I bought the damn thing because the third book in the trilogy was sitting so prettily on the shelf looking like this. I'm only human, and I'm a total girl about assassins. I love assassins. This is probably completely unhealthy and indicative of a slight mental disorder on my part, but I can't seem to help myself. The hood, the daggers, the black clothing, the mystery, the oh-my-god-he-could-kill-me-with-a-flick-of-his-wrist. Okay, I'm going too far with that last one because I really do want to live, but you know what I mean. Assassins float my boat. So, I bought the first one just because I must read it, and I was afraid I would forget the title of the trilogy should I venture outside the bookstore without something in my hand to remind me of it. Has anyone heard of these novels? I looked them up on Amazon, and they appear to be quite well-rated with mostly-positive reviews. ::cue fangirl squealing over assassins::

I'm a pig. I had Olive Garden today, and even though I was full to busting, I still ate that huge piece of tiramisu I ordered. Oh god, it was good. I had a food orgasm.

If I had any shame, I'd be reticent about saying this, but I really like Britney Spears' Blackout album. It's terribly fun to work out to, but my enjoyment of it extends beyond that. I refuse, however, to admit that I dance around the apartment to it because that would just be undignified. My favorites? Here, here, and here. And who can forget the lamentable video filmed for Gimme More? The stripper pole wouldn't be so bad if she knew how it use it instead of prancing around like she's on the verge of passing out and holding onto it for balance.
I think Jason needs anti-anxiety pills or something. Something. I'm not going to disparage him too much because I certainly know how it feels to have chronic anxiety over the most insignificant things. I go through periods where the feelings pins me to the ground for months at a time before I can shake it off. Jason, however, seems to deal with this constantly. He worries over his finances (he has $20,000 in gold coins hidden in our apartment--no lie), packages being delivered to him (I cannot count the conversations we've had about whether a package he is expecting might become lost in the mail), neighbors (he obsesses over whether they have jobs, what hours they work, and who exactly does live in the apartment above us), not to mention other various things that come up on nearly a daily basis. It's ridiculous, and my attempts at calming him just seem to whip him into more of a frenzy. Of course, it is not always like this, but I'm at a loss for what to do when he is feeling extra special worrisome. I suppose the only thing I can do is suggest he make an appointment with his doctor about the anxiety issue.

As much as I like to think I don't have a 'type' when it comes to fictional characters, I totally do. Despite A Game of Thrones being the best thing I've read in a long while, I put it aside to knock out a few novels that popped up on my radar about three or four weeks ago. I picked it back up last night and settled in for some quality reading time. I'm totally in lurv with Sandor Clegane. Tortured anti-hero much? Oh, I can't even really say that because I'm all of halfway through the first novel and everything in the world can happen between here and the end of the fourth novel. I still lurv him, though. This doesn't, of course, diminish my love for Jon Snow in any way whatsoever.

oh, goodness, i love you elvis costello )
I finally broke down and decided to buy a Sigg bottle. The model I got was slightly expensive (a little over $25), but I freakin' love it. It's beautiful and very handy while working out. Plus, it holds a full liter of water, and I am a water-drinking fiend.

My original intention for this weekend was to read voraciously. I read a whole two chapters in Welcome to Temptation because I kept getting distracted by various other things. Damn responsibilities. I did finish the last novel available in the Black Dagger Brotherhood series. Sadly, I liked all the subplots much better than the snore-fest that was Phury and Cormia's romance. John Matthew and Xhex? Just the thought of it makes me squeal with delight. And Rehvenge? ::faints:: My new favorite. Even if his half-sister is blackmailing him into screwing her. Incest, eww. Rehv's book now, please? Now? Can I also have icons? BDB communities, anyone?

My mother tells me the same stories every single time I call her, and I only call her once a week. If I have to hear about the debacle at the Lions Club meeting that happened two months ago, then I'm going to beat my head against the wall. For real.

And just so you all know, the only reason Fleetwood Mac was anything at all was due to Lindsey Buckingham. He knocks my socks off without fail. Everything he writes gives me chills, especially "I'm So Afraid." Just that moment when his voice first cuts through the instruments, sounding fearful and in so much pain. Ack, it kills me.

One of our little Chinese hamsters died on Saturday morning. I'm not sure of the exact time; I saw her when I went to bed on Friday night, but she was gone when I got up on Saturday morning. She was the sweet one, too. I buried her in the basin behind my apartment. Ferguson attended the funeral service, though he had to be confined to a leash since dogs love digging up anything you bury. The hamster's sister is still alive and well, though I suspect her days are numbered. Dwarf hamsters do not live terribly long--two to three years. The little one's aquarium habitat was commandeered for Molly, our Syrian hamster. I rescued her from a college student who bought her on a whim, but had no place to keep her after the semester ended. The cage in which she arrived was damaged, though not enough to merit me dropping a load of cash on a new cage. So, I transferred her belongings into the little one's cleaned cage. Molly seems to be quite happy with the new digs. The gerbils are still as nutty as ever and a constant source of amusement for Jason and I. Ferguson still wants to eat them, of course.

I will not acquire any more rodents. I will not acquire any more rodents. I will not acquire any more rodents. Sadly, I can't seem to help myself when I see the ads on Craigslist from evil people who want to give away their cute hamsters and gerbils. I'm weak.

[livejournal.com profile] fishchick rec-ed a series of historical romance novels by Eloisa James to me not long ago. Fortunately, I found three of the four in a used bookstore over the weekend. I devoured one of the novels (Duchess by Night) on Sunday and polished it off yesterday after work. It was lovely, and I very much enjoyed myself. I fear I've read it out-of-order, but I don't think it matters all that much. And, [livejournal.com profile] fishchick, I love Villiers! I thought I was the only one, so I made my way over to Eloisa's website and saw several like-minds in the forum. Then I saw that the sixth novel was going to be his novel! Yay! ::fangirl flailing::
anogete: (p&p)
( Dec. 29th, 2008 04:07 pm)
After half the people on my flist told me Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day is the most wonderful movie, I finally watched it this weekend. Oh my, it was fantastic. I don't know if I swooned more over Michael (Lee Pace) or Joe (Ciaran Hinds).

[livejournal.com profile] ccangel42 reminded me of another album I used to own years ago--Joey Lawrence's debut. It was cheesetastic, and I really do mean that. Wanna hear a couple songs?
Justa 'Nother Love Song (my personal favorite on the album)
My Girl
Yes, I really did listen to this non-stop when I was twelve.

I have to run an errand for work, so I'm leaving early. I think I'll just happen to stop by the book store on my way home and pick up Jennifer Cruise's Bet Me since [livejournal.com profile] dressagegrrrl recommended it so highly. I like romance novels, but finding just the right novels or authors is such a daunting task in a genre with so many. Rec me romance-ish books if you know of something worthwhile.
I thought I was going to have a leisurely, quiet morning since the roads were iced over and I was told not to come into work until later in the morning. Instead, I spent two hours answering calls from multiple coworkers on my cell phone. We were all playing phone tag, discussing the road conditions and such. If you couldn't tell, snow doesn't usually stick to the roads here all that much. There was a seven car pileup at an intersection I pass through each morning at around the time I would have passed through it. Luckily, I was flipping pancakes at home when it happened.

I have a MySpace. Two years ago, I said I was never going to get a MySpace, but I caved when a good friend of mine (who still lives in my hometown) wanted me to create an account so we could keep in contact. Through the site, I have found several classmates from my high school days. Truth be told, I'm amazed people remember me. I wouldn't remember the me from high school. I was painfully shy, awkward, nervous around people, and I never attended any school functions or parties. I'm no longer shy, awkward, or nervous, but I still don't like parties. Some things never change. Anyway, because I used my real name on the MySpace website, several family members found and friended me. I honestly don't mind that and rather enjoy keeping track of them through the site since I rarely talk to anyone but my mother on the phone these days. My issue? Some of these family members (adults, even!) are so hideously stupid and immature with the things they post that I feel as if I need to remove them from my friends list. What is the etiquette with this sort of thing? Is is proper to de-friend a relative on a social networking site, not for any sort of drama, but for the simple fact that if I have to see another ridiculous sex survey (written by a teenager) filled out by grown woman I might blow my lid? Why does my mother's cousin insist on sending me surveys in which she opines on whether she likes sex in the morning or at night and discusses exactly what her favorite position is? Do. Not. Want.

Oh, and on the TMI tip... Holy crap, does Lover Revealed by J.R. Ward make my pants dance or what? Butch, you sexy beast, you. The bit with the hand job near the beginning of the book... Gah.

I shouldn't like The Dream that much, but I listen to him like it's candy.
Yeah... I totally bought a treadmill. My excuses are many. I don't like sharing the treadmill in the fitness center, and everyone is going to be up in that place come January 1st to begin their New Years resolutions. It's nice to walk across the apartment to exercise instead of going out in the cold. The model I wanted was on sale. Blah-de-blah. Excuses. I'm so excited about it, though. It's a folding model, so it won't take up half the library, which is where I'm going to be putting it. Yay for exercise!

I'm enjoying the Black Dagger Brotherhood novels more and more. I finished the third on Sunday night. Deciding which brother is my favorite is too difficult a task for me. Although, right now, I want to huggle Phury. Tell me someone else wants to huggle him too, the poor bastard.

I love, love, love Eric B. & Rakim's "Microphone Fiend". "E.F.F.E.C.T. a smooth operator, operating correctly." Gah, I love that. I also enjoy Rage Against the Machine's version. If you're not so much into the hip-hop or rap, then it might be more up your alley. The song is solid either way.
anogete: (msr)
( Nov. 29th, 2008 08:31 pm)
You know, I had forgotten how absolutely gorgeous and powerful the Lord of the Rings movies are. Jason and I went to dinner with his father, his father's "partner" (because people over the age of 40 don't like calling their SOs girl/boyfriend), sister, and sister's kidlet. We went to the Japanese Kitchen, which I cannot eat at, seeing as how the vegetables are cook about TWO INCHES FROM THE MEAT. Oh, gross. No can do. I drank a glass of water instead. Anyway, all social outings drain my energy, so when we got back to the apartment, I grabbed some leftover pizza and settled down to pass out. However, The Two Towers is on, and it's just fantastic. I can't stop watching it, even if I'm pooped.

Jason's sister wanted a knitted beanie, which I threw together last night and finished this morning. My next project is this Edna St. Vincent Millay Cloche. I've always wanted to knit and felt a fabulous hat, but I've never found a pattern I liked enough. Considering that my favorite hand-knit hat was lost in the move a few months back, I need to get this one going tonight. The weather is cold enough for it already.

I started the second book in J.R. Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood series yesterday afternoon. I have less than a hundred pages left of the four hundred fifty page book. Obviously, I'm enjoying it. This is not exactly a surprise. My romantic weakness is the idea that only one woman can manage to connect with and/or bust through the facade of a certain man. My penchant for this sort of relationship is fairly obvious in nearly every pairing I latch onto. As for this particular series, I can definitely say I like the second novel better than the first.

A couple people on my flist posted the clip of Rick Astley performing on the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. And I'd just like to say that Mr. Astley has aged oh-so-well. And I love that song. I could listen to it over and over again without tiring of it. And Barry Manilow covered it. I effin' love me some Barry. No, I'm not being ironic. The last time I was in Vegas, I oogled the side of the Hilton because they had a gigantic vertical banner on the side of the building with Barry Manilow's picture on it. Alas, we did not have the reservations or time to catch the show, seeing as how we were there for a stupid wedding of Jason's friend. A wedding that led to a marriage of approximately twelve whole months before the bride starting whoring herself out to various assistant managers at Chuck E. Cheese. For real.
I sold several old DVDs and CDs to a media store today, and they gave me $40 in credit. I used some of the money to buy the first two novels in the Black Dagger Brotherhood series by J.R. Ward. It's smutty vampire erotica. I'm several chapters into the first book, and I like it well enough, but I'm not in love with it. It is a quick and easy read, though.

So, I have this issue with vampires. I love the idea of vampires. Really, I do. It's just that every single time I pick up a book with vampires in it, I end up attracted to the character who happens to not be a vampire more than any of the fellows with fangs. Anita Blake? I liked Edward. Twilight? I liked Jacob. Southern Vampire? I liked Sam. You get the idea. The outcome of the quiz I just took shouldn't have been a surprise to me.

There's some silly quiz on the internet that determines which Brotherhood member is for me. I thought it best I take it before I read more of the books just so I don't inadvertently skew the answer. (God, isn't it ridiculous how seriously I take this quiz business.) Anyway, I took the quiz, and what did I get? I got the one human that the quiz offers as an answer. And the funny thing? I actually like him better than the vampires in the novels, but I didn't know he was going to come up on the quiz. I like to think of him as a young Skinner, who just frickin' makes my motor run.

So, yeah... I don't know why I bother with the vampire books. I always like the humans better.

On a side note--if you're looking for a quick read with hip vampires that wear leather and are tortured and emo in some way or another, then I recommend The Black Dagger Brotherhood. It is erotica, but some fanfiction would make published erotica blush, so it isn't something you haven't seen before in the archives of any fanfic site.

Oh, and the two exceptions to my weirdness? Alucard in Hellsing and Louis in The Vampire Chronicles.
I started reading A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin. I'm only a little over one hundred pages into it, and I'm completely obsessed. I want to go visit websites and talk to people about it, but I'm afraid of being spoiled. I know there are many deaths in the books, and I really don't want to know if or when my favorites die. I want to go through these novels unspoiled and enjoy the ride. You all have no idea how excited I am at the prospect of over 4,000 pages of wonderful fantasy, with the promise of more to come. God, I love long books.

The eyeglasses store still hasn't called me about my lenses, which they had to order. I desperately want my new pair of glasses so I can start becoming accustomed to them. Chances are, I won't get them until next week, but I'm still anxious.

I just finished Constitutional Chaos by Judge Andrew Napolitano. It was very good. I highly recommend it to everyone interested in politics and the current climate in our government. I was exceedingly disgusted with many of the specific examples Judge Napolitano gave citing exactly how our government breaks its own laws to trample over our civil rights. For the record, the book does not cater to either side of the aisle. I'm an independent, but I believe both conservatives and liberals would enjoy reading it. On a side note, the Constitution is printed in full (with all Amendments) in an appendix of the book. This reminded me that one of my ancestors (William Blount) actually signed the Constitution, which I think is one of the coolest things ever.


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