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Friday, 21 May 2010

Currently
Treasury of the Lost Litter Box: A Get Fuzzy Treasury
By Darby Conley
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confession: what's with the vampires?

Ok, so maybe it's the latest craze. Maybe it's the "latest" thing. But I still don't get how vampires are taking over everything that people are talking about or thinking about.
Now this isn't the first time I've seen vampires or zombies arise in popularity, but it is the first time I've seen classic good literature ruined by these stupid trends. Maybe it started with Charlene Harris and her Sookie Stackhouse series. Or before that. All I know is whenever I go to work at the bookstore the glittery gay twilight stuff is everywhere and it's spreading to books that it shouldn't.
Take Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, a ripoff of a truly great book. Throwing zombies in there like they belonged. Or Little Vampire women.
Or Abe Lincoln Vampire hunter.
Or Jane Bites back (dealing with Jane Austen being a vampire).
Or Jane Slayre (Jane Erye).
First off, if they are classics why are you messing with them? Second off, are you just that uncreative you can't think of any other way to get your book out? Come on.
I personally can't stand twilight, vampires or anything like that. And it bugs me that uncreative, unimaginative people are so desperate and hard up on what to write that they have to pervert good literature and good people. What is going on? Did I miss a sort of brainwashing seminar that stated all good lit must go through a vampire or zombie phase in order to make some sort of money?
So what are they going to do next for their thirst to completely own the classics? Will Nancy Drew or the Hardy boys become another vampire book? What about Laura Ingalls Wilder? Or Narnia or Lord of the Rings? Where will it end?
I guess whenever the producers have sucked dry every mass of money they can get from the teeming public (and no that is no pun, they will suck us dry). I for one will not stand for it. I will not be part of the masses who want or need to see vampires sparkle or fight werewolves or stake Jane Austen or be a slayer. I think it's quite time that it was over with. But that's just me.

~Live Long and Prosper
~A.G.

Tuesday, 18 May 2010

Currently
Garden State
By Zach Braff, Natalie Portman, Amy Ferguson, Jill Flint, Gary Gilbert
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Confession: I hate canoes

The float trip last weekend was crazy. Parts of it were so stressful, and then other parts were so fun. I was actually surprised I went, mainly because I hate canoes. They tip way too easy and when you have someone who doesn't know what they are doing (aka me) they tip a lot. I also hate rivers, I mean I love sitting by them and watching them from the shore, but actually getting in them with all those creatures, snakes and fish and whatnot, that's not my idea of fun.
But everyone was going and so rather then be a party pooper I joined in the teeming mass of humanity, ragged cutoff, old t-shirt and converse that were about dead. I didn't know that you were going to be there, in fact I was kinda hoping you wouldn't. But there you were with your mass of ginger hair, looking so excited about going, I was shocked at myself, at how my heart jumped when you leaned over the aisle and winked, stating that we were going to have an adventure. We were? I was almost speechless but I managed to grin and toss one of my braids over my shoulder.
After we got to the river we were teamed up with one guy and one girl, and I got Mr. Airforce. He's so serious and quiet, which makes me nervous, mainly because I tend to try and fill all the gaps in the conversation, I don't like quiet people. Thankfully after about 15 minutes on the river we both were laughing and showing each other the beauty of the place.
He actually has a sense of humor, which makes sense given that "it's always the quiet ones". I don't think I was flirting much, I was actually too terrified we were going to tip over, but I managed to laugh and joke around with him and with any other canoe that came near us.
The sights of the cliffs and the river winding gently through it made me feel very peaceful. But all feelings of peace were gone when we reached the midway point and all the guys were standing and jumping into the river. Almost every single one of them was tan and built. Not you, you were the palest of them all with smatterings of freakles over your arms, much like a tan. But you were built as nice as Mr. Airforce. I watched with the other admiring girls, we weren't about to go in the river, well except for the one girl who we all kinda talked about when she went. But our group stayed put, talked and giggled about you boys...sounds middleschooledish, but that's what we did.
When we finally moved on, Mr. Airforce and I had discovered we both liked Star Trek so he would say "Give it more!" and I would say "I'm givin' it all she's got Cap'tn." It made me laugh. We caught up to you and then just had this weird convo, well in reality you and I didn't get a chance to talk, it was your partner and mine doing the gabbing...but it was nice, knowing that you were right there, laughing at the jokes just like I was.
I only tipped once. And that was just because someone ran into us right after we ran into a tree. So when we got back on the bus I went to change, and realized that my clothes were still in my car, 4 hours away. I thankfully had my sweatshirt so I went to put that on, and then one of the guys gave me an extra shirt.
My top half was dry and we stopped within 10 minutes to use a real restroom. I used it and then exited with you, you were saying something about being thankful for dry clothes, and I made the comment that I was partially dry. You asked and when you found out that I didn't have any shorts you offered your swim trunks which were dry cause you never tipped. It was rather weird but I was grateful. Knowing you truly do have a heart of gold that makes you look out for a girl, it made my day.
So I survived, whether I do another one, well that all depends on you. I always have had a thing for red-heads.
Live long and Prosper!
~Jayne

Sunday, 28 February 2010

Currently
The Hobbit
By J.R.R. Tolkien
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Lessons of Geekdom

Two different conversations this week.
Two different people, and two completely different conclusions.
The first conversation was with my boss, we were discussing something geekish and I of course knew precisely what the answer was. And then described myself as a Geek, now granted I won't even aspire to be a Uber-Geek, such as those discribed on Big Bang Theory or someone like Bill Gates, but I am pretty geekish. For instance, I'm the girl who actually wore Chucks before they were oh so popular, when you still had to explain them to others. I read LotR's before they were even thought of being movies, and nine times out of ten I get a joke about programming before others.
My boss proceeded to tell me that no one would ever classify me as a geek. I think that she is still caught in the time when people used geek as an insult, but now it's used more as a compliment then any sort of insult. I laughed and shook my head at her poor innocence.
Later that week one of my friends and I were talking and he started talking about LotR and we talked for about 45 minutes about the books vrs the movies and when we first started to read them, and whether we have seen the extended edition (and turns out we both own them and both of us saw all 3 midnight showings of the movies!) and right after this convo he turns to me and goes "Fellow Geeks Unite!!" and we high-fived.
So moral of this story? Geeks are amazing. We may not look like what you have thought of with the wirey hair, knee high socks and suspenders (after all, even Geeks think of what they look like) but we are among you. We are waiting tables thinking in Binary Code, we are drinking coffee listening to the soundtrack to Star Wars, we are in the bookstores talking about the need for more Tolkien and Lewis. We are among you, we live and breathe among you mere mortals.
So what do I have to say about being a geek, or being called one?
Just this-->
Live Long and Prosper!
~A.G

Sunday, 31 January 2010

Currently
Fight Like a Girl
By Bomshel
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the search for Mr. Right, as opposed to Mr. Right Now

Many of my single gal pals have a boyfriend right now. I claim this is because Valentines day is right around the corner and who really wants to walk around Wal-Mart and see the hearts and cutesy cupids without having someone to go "Yay, I don't have to indulge in buying candy for myself this year."
When asked if I have a boyfriend, my first response is usually "No, he won't come out of the book, and no he's not Edward Cullen."
See, I'm not just out there for a guy to satisfy me right now, I want someone who I can grow old with, laugh with and be myself with. Right now, there really aren't that many guys I could see doing that with. In fact, if we are going to be completely honest, I could see myself doing that with maybe 3 guys, and none of them are really into me right now.
So what am I looking for for a guy?
He has to have the right character, know right from wrong, and be honest.
He has to have a sense of humor, love to read and at least know who Tolkien and Lewis are. Grown up, but not too serious. Likes music, but he doesn't have to play anything, understand my weird sense of humor, let me have alone time now and again, and is ok with traveling...or at least will do it with me.
Sometimes I wish I had a 19th Century Gentleman, but I think that is too much to ask.
So I sit down, have a good time with friends and haven't been looking as I know that when you are looking that's when you can't ever find him. But I'm single. And to tell the truth, while I'm waiting for that Mr. Right to come across my path, I'm trying to do everything possible so that when he comes, I'm Miss Right for him.
<3
Jayne
p.s. in case you didn't figure it out....my book boyfriend is Mr. Darcy...:)

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

Currently
Stardust
By Neil Gaiman
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confession: things I didn't say (a poem)

I had the whole conversation planned out in my head,
I was going to dazzle and wonder you with my beautiful waterfall of prose,
that would delicately fall from my lips and make you stand in awe
in wonderment of who this wonderful person was.

Dreams are short lived however, for when you came and spoke to me,
all my now scattered wits could manage was the gulp and a few shy words.

I couldn't state how I liked looking in your eyes, that were so intently brown eyed serious,
or how much I liked you helping out when you didn't need to. How I knew your coffee order and that you would always
100% of the time
get a scone to go with it.

But I couldn't say anything, nothing witty or romantic or even worth remembering.
All I could do was look at you and then you walking off,
my hand slapping my head,
what an idiot I have become, all over you...

~A.G.

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I am a single girl who is trying to be herself in a world that is concerned with one thing, someone for you. With humor and relatability I will recount my interesting factors and other stuff that goes into being a girl.