little_tristan: (Book Reading)
I've thought about this a lot and it's the best answer. Bookstores have to be busy and profitable, and librarians are bound by all sorts of actual laws and bullshit local politics. I wouldn't be good at either of those things.

But if we were rich and could afford to run a business at a loss (or arrange it as a proper tax shelter), I'd run a private library. It would start with my books, of course. Most of them would be available to check out but a few would be for reading on the premises only. The antiques and the ones that are already falling apart. Some would be in display cases and not touched at all.

Really, it would be a book club. Not like a group reading the same book book club. A club of book people. Like a wine club, or the reading room of a country club. There would be yearly dues collected to buy new books and replace lost or damaged books. But I'd screen the members carefully and try not to take any who would lose/steal/damage my books. Repeat offenders would be kicked out.

It wouldn't replace the public library, where they have ten of thousands of books and millions more available through the CCRLS system. It'd be more the kind of place you'd go after you hit the public library to read your new books without the distraction of a hundred people going in and out. The furniture would be comfortable, the lighting plentiful but understated, and there might be a fireplace with a dignified painting over it.

Also, as a private entity, I could probably have resident animals without all the legal hassles that public businesses deal with. But it would be ridiculously accessible. The restroom would be huge and there would always be a very polite and dignified employee to see that everyone's needs were met. A library butler.

There would also be a room that members could reserve for private book clubs or writing workshops, whatever they needed a space for. So long as it was quiet and related to the purpose of the club.

The club might sponsor a discussion group or have guest writers visit, but I'm not sure. Perhaps once there was a certain number of members we would vote on that. I'd consider one discussion meeting a month and one or two guest speakers a year.

I like going to those things sometimes, but it also seems that talking about books and writing eventually supersedes actually reading and writing. We couldn't risk alienating the people who joined to have a place to go and read when they can't do that at home. It must always be a place to escape to, never from.

I've been thinking about this off and on for a good ten years, but always more in the winter. And when the arch-nemesis is being especially awful. Yesterday was one of those days when I just wanted to go somewhere and be alone with my books. And at least half of a really good chocolate cake. Homemade. With possibly lemon frosting between the layers.

I would serve things like that at the library club. Members would eat for free.
little_tristan: (Apple Pie)
The boys are still at work. That part kind of sucks. But if they get it all sorted they won't have to go back tomorrow. Then we can watch DVRed Supernatural and The Big Bang Theory. Also, if they're tired enough tonight, I get corndogs from The Used To Be Crackpipe Store for dinner. I can't remember what it's really called. The last owners kept getting busted for selling crackpipes. It's really nice now so we couldn't keep calling it The Crackpipe Store.

I could learn the real name, but the boys probably won't and then they wouldn't know what I was talking about.

For breakfast I had apple pie.

I took a break from writing today to celebrate not being accountable for writing. It opened up a lot of time for reading. If tv keeps being awful, I might finish Mostly Harmless.

Mailing Christmas cards is being a problem because I'm out of stamps. Russell tried to get some this morning but the PO was closed and they don't have the machine he knows how to use anymore.

The first place I always go to buy online is Amazon. They sell stamps. And they suck. You get Prime shipping, but it's still $17 for $9 worth of stamps. How can that even be legal? The USPS site has them for actual face value. I ordered a bunch and the shipping was $1.75.

Next month they're issuing stamps with the Emancipation Proclamation on them. Not all of it, of course. But enough. I ordered a year's supply. That might've been a mistake, though, as I understand there will be more Civil Rights stamps coming out during the year. Probably I'll end up with a lot of stamps.

I don't have tags for any of these topics.
little_tristan: (Kitten Monster)
I spent the morning in chat with [personal profile] valis2, who designed the most beautiful jewelry for me to give as Christmas gifts. If you haven't visited her shops, you probably should. If you wear jewelry or like beads, that is. I'm terribly excited about giving these pieces to the people they were made for. Custom jewelry is the best.

NaNo and its unaffiliated Mini Challenge are over so I'm going back to writing in my random, haphazard way. Never having worried about word counts before, I'm interested in seeing if I do more or less work without the mild pressure.

Self-imposed goals might be good. But feeling like a failure because the muse wasn't there and I didn't reach the goal, or I wrote badly for the sake of getting more words on paper, would be bad. Feast or famine, it's a fine line.

I've pretty much given up my book goal for the year. I'd have to read a book a day from now til the end of the year and that's not going to happen. Unless I read all the Star Trek: TOS novels on the shelf. I could probably do two or three of those a day. But they aren't what I want to read right now. Quality tops quantity once again.

Yesterday I saw a Criminal Minds ep from S5 that I've never seen before. 4 to 8 episodes a day on two different channels and I'm still finding new ones on the DVD. It's fun trying to guess why certain ones aren't aired. This one is about an outbreak of suicides among high school kids in neighboring towns. Is it the teen suicide angle? The identity of the unsub? Garcia's hair? (I adore her, but does she start getting ready at three to be at work by eight?)

It'll never be one of my favorites, though, because they're all mean to Reid on the plane going home, listing things they hate about him. He looks so sad and no one even apologizes.

I can't wait to get to S6. I know I'm missing a lot there. And one that I have seen is one of my favorites.

We stayed up a little late last night, since we were sleeping in a bit this morning. But I ruined it by getting sick after about 3 hours' sleep. Lately I've been haunted by a mild, lingering sense of nausea. Possibly from smoking so little pot this last week. Mark dragged me out of bed so I could throw up for a while and smoke a bowl, and then we went back to sleep. It was very strange.

Possibly the strangest part was that when I first woke up, Big Orange Roy was catloafing on my ribs and shoulder, in what has always been Murphy's place. Murphy was on the pillow when we went to bed, but he decided not to stay. He doesn't move to my side very often anymore, probably because of his balance problems.

What's weird is that no cat besides Murphy has even slept on me like that before. Roy's lived with us for 12 years and I never would have guessed that he even wanted to. Maybe he doesn't. Maybe it's just a status thing.

People are supposed to like animals because they look up to us like gods. I've always found that rather awkward. I wonder if that's how God feels when people fight over religion. I'm big enough for all the cats to sleep on, but they don't want to share.

And the dogs are even worse.
little_tristan: (Kenny)
Yossel is harder to read than I expected. It's a what-if story by a man who missed the Holocaust by leaving Poland in 1926, the year of his birth, wondering what would have happened if he'd grown up in his Polish village. I don't think he's going to make it.

Murphy Sloane, otoh, is getting better. I didn't expect that. We thought he was failing due to age, and his appetite was falling off accordingly. Now that he's been getting Fancy Feast two and three times a day (basically whenever he asks--he doesn't take advantage), he's visibly plumper and less wobbly.

The only thing weirder than his willingness to starve himself for better food, is the incredible speed of his recovery. It's happened before but he's so old, we're always slow to catch on. The vet has told us it's normal at 14, 15, and now 17, but all he wanted was different food.

Maybe he really is immortal. *fingers crossed*

Mark ate and slept all day, too. He doesn't put on weight like Murphy, but his eyes get brighter. That's nice to see. And Russ bought him special food at the store so he'll eat more. He wanted something different, too. I wish Purina made a variety of People Chows. Dry for snacking and a dozen flavors of canned food to heat up and eat with bread. We could go for years on that. So long as there was still chocolate in the world.

I finished Yossel after starting this post. It made me cry. But I totally recommend it to Holocaust buffs (is that the right word?) and fans of great graphic novels. It would be worth owning for the Introduction alone, but I'd suggest that anyone who can bear the subject give it a read. If the dialog typeset looks familiar, Joe Kubert invented it. It's used in nearly every comic book I owned as a teenage collector.

Apparently he invented graphic novels, too. I'm not stupid. I've asked myself numerous times how much art and culture was lost with young Jews who never had a chance to develop their talents. But Joe Kubert nearly was one of them and Yossel forces you to see that in a way that almost can't be borne.

And all he did was draw comic books that changed comic books and their art forever.
little_tristan: (Gilead Gunslingers)
We're running low on balm. The boys are at work today, welding on their machine. At least Willow gets to go with them. It's more peaceful at home and she has a great time riding in the car.

[personal profile] valis2 has finally sucked me into jewelry making on a trial basis. I'm still collecting the findings for my project, but if the tools aren't too hard to use there might be a second one. Heather calls it bead-crack. She isn't wrong.

New books have arrived! I'm taking a break from long ones to read Yossel by Joe Kubert. My sister has always been a huge fan of his work, he's been a cartoonist and comic artist all his life, and as a teenager she wanted to go to his school in New Jersey. It's still frustrating that that didn't happen. She was truly great.

I'm still working along on my story. It's so much fun having a new thing and writing it for the first time. I've already said that. But it's still true.

The most fun thing is that the story has a set time-span of roughly three days and two nights, so I'll actually know when it's finished. A group of strangers are getting along as best they can, as usually happens in my books, but this time they're waiting for rescue, which will actually come on time.

Hopefully they'll have some fun, overcome some difficulties, and learn a few things about themselves in the process. Although there's always one who doesn't want to learn. In this story she's based on Sister's MiL. The trick will be keeping the armed guy who's based on Mark from killing her.

I really enjoy those two. I just ask myself what Mark would say/do if he wasn't married to someone who's related to someone who's related to her, and go from there. It's awesome. And he's a big help with the human behavior parts. Also firearms.
little_tristan: (Bunny)
They're one of those groups whose attention you just never want to bring upon yourself. It's so nice when they aren't noticing you that it goes against every fiber of your being to call them up and ask them to please look into your account. Like going to the police station to find out if you're wanted. But they promised me money back in August and it never came.

I was willing to more or less wait forever, but Mark's a little more practical. When it's not his problem. He wouldn't have called. He wouldn't even go to the doctor that time he had obvious, visible cancer. I had to trick him a little. But dealing with these things is my job, not his. (Even the cancer, strange but true.)

The hold music sucked, and I had to listen to it forever, but the agent couldn't have been nicer. I think she was surprised that I wasn't crying or yelling at her. Phone answering people there must feel terrorized, too. I accidentally made a Comcast tech girl cry once. It did not feel good. (Little known fact: When they're doing something and have you on hold while they type, they've usually just hit mute and can still hear you. Resist the temptation to vent at that time.)

But then she solved the problem! And said it was their fault and had absolutely nothing to do with me! And APOLOGIZED! Several times!!! An IRS AGENT!! It was amazing. Mark was disappointed that it'll take another month for the refund to go through, but when I told him about the conversation he got over it.

Actual exchange:

Mark: Isn't this the same IRS who takes all everyone's money and homes and makes them kill themselves?

Me: Presumably. At least that's the number I dialed.

Apparently all those suicides got the message across after all.

I read a lot of John Corvino's Debating Same-Sex Marriage, with Maggie Gallagher, while I waited. Corvino was excellent across the board, but Gallagher was too confused and nonsensical to get all the way through. It's like even she knows she doesn't have a case, other than I DON'T LIKE IT, but hopes that if she says enough words no one else will notice.

So now I'm reading Spider by Patrick McGrath, suggested by [profile] birdgirl_1107. Only not at night because it's creepy and I think it'll get worse. The writing is excellent, but Spider has a deep, dark mind.

The boys are working tomorrow so Russ and I won't get our pre-concert naps. I possibly could if I time it properly and am able to crawl into bed before they get home. It's iffy, though. I might not try. If I don't take my evening meds on time, I can stay awake. Although probably I can stay awake for the Gin Blossoms no matter what.
little_tristan: (Books Not Blogs)
But first, today: Blasted Heath is giving away a Kindle book TODAY ONLY that sounds like a lot of fun. If you have Kindle capabilities, or are interested in downloading the desktop reader, grab your free copy of Fireproof.

Now yesterday:

Apparently I was so busy, I forgot to play FarmVille. This is a good thing. My crops withered in the fields like Biblical justice, but my hoard of foals is fine. Animals that are cute and don't die are awesome.

Heather brought her son and the babysitting (babysat?) girl over yesterday. It was a little rough. I adore them both, but the girl is a bit scared of me. She's five. She's terribly like I was at five, which means scared of almost everyone, yet really, really needing to talk to them. I think she's afraid I'll yell at her, because I yell at the boy so much. But he's horrible and his mom can't do all the yelling. It's exhausting. He needs people working in shifts to get it all done in a day. Otherwise his parents would have to yell at him while he sleeps just to stay caught up.

The girl is smart and imaginative and able to obey as well as carry on conversations so I never want to yell at her. Except when the boy is climbing on something and there's about to be a smash of broken glass and I nearly run her down getting to him because she decides she needs to get there first and help yell. I'm afraid I hurt her feelings then, but it's better than breaking her leg. They never understand that it can really happen until it does.

But Heather did round up all the returnable cans that we've been saving in random bags (and strewn across the floor) and carry them away. She has a recycling center near her where they give out barcoded bags. When you return them, they count up the cans and bottles and add it to your account. We give her ours to buy gas to keep visiting. Luckily we drink a lot of rubbish with deposits.

More this week, since there's suddenly no water from the fridge. The tap water here is unpleasant so I rely on the Whirlpool and its inline filter. But the waterline from the basement ruptured somehow (Mark says it looks like it was deliberate, which is deeply strange) and now there is no water. The arch-nemesis, who is weird about ice, can't cope with this either. Only he fails to cope by trying to get ice two or three times a day and making us explain each time that it's just not going to happen. (For fuck's sake, just drink the whiskey neat, old man!, is how these talks usually end.)

I stopped drinking water, which also isn't smart, but is less annoying for other people. Heather brought me a couple of bottles yesterday. It's very good, but I'm trying to make it last. Maybe the boys will get me more today. I need to send someone to the library. There's probably a store with water between here and there. I miss going to the library. But it got to freezing last night and not much higher since. The light outside is yellow, like there's going to be thunder.

I hope there's going to be thunder.

Murphy Sloane is slowing down at last. He sways so continuously, and falls down often enough, that I've taken to calling him Wobbles. It's a fun word. I asked Mark if he thought it was insulting to a cat of Mr. Sloane's age and position to be addressed as "Wobbles", and he said no. In fact, he thinks it's cute and that it should be the name of our next kitten. They are adorably wobbly.

I predict that theoretical kitten to be at least five years out, though. Plenty of time to come up with a name for the litter-mate we'll also need.
little_tristan: (Fireworks)
Like many other members of Romney's 47% of Democrats guaranteed to vote for Obama to get handouts, we still had to go to bed on time so the boys could go to work today. The numbers weren't looking good when we turned off the tv. I missed all my evening shows to watch the coverage and it was very scary. I even forgot to tweet clever things about it after a while. And surprised myself by remembering after I was in bed that I hadn't written my MiniNaNo quota. Or even thought about it at all after the East Coast polls started closing.

I'd have got up and finished somehow if I could have done without bothering Mark. As it is I just settled in with the CNN website on my phone. They had a very nice little graphic page showing the electoral totals, and the returns from battleground states.* It was too intense refreshing the page constantly and watching Wisconsin swing in the wind, so I alternated reading Douglas Adams in the Kindle app.** I was able to finish The Restaurant at the End of the Universe and make decent headway in Life, the Universe, and Everything.

About five minutes after checking CNN for the last time, fireworks starting going off up the street. I switched back and saw that President Obama had passed 270, meaning I could finally sleep. Mark had asked me not to wake him up unless I really couldn't contain myself, so I meant not to bother him. Fortunately(?) the fireworks woke him for me. Honestly, I think he slept better after that, too.

Today I must actually write. I'm feeling somewhat failurey for punting yesterday and consoling myself with the idea that it must have been a good excuse. Over the last three months or so I've gotten better at thinking about things. I've entirely stopped staring blankly at walls for hours at a stretch missing mom.*** My brain is still too crowded, but most of the important thoughts get to the front for roll call on time. So it's noteworthy that I must be writing something didn't even pop in to say goodbye before shoving off for the day. Possibly it knocked and GOBama, GOBama didn't answer. I'll be sure to have a word with both of them after I take care of smoke, smoke, smoke, who is really getting up my nose at the moment.

This morning I found this man who said some words about infinity. My non-writing project for the day will be trying to figure out why anyone on YouTube would dislike him.

*I still think that reporters must've been paid for each use of the word battleground. I also hope that ambulances were standing by near college campuses to assist students playing battleground shots, as they were all quite likely comatose by 5 pm Pacific.

**It really is nice having a phone, a computer, and two well-lit books in bed without taking up much space. Imagine trying that twenty years ago. It would have been terrible for Mr. Sloane who, being a cat, is obligated to block access to everything at once.

***I still miss her, but now I can multi-task it. It's sort of a continuous low hum in the back of my mind, rather than a great grey emptiness that swallows all other thoughts. So that's a break.
little_tristan: (Books Not Blogs)
I just requested a book from the library and got a notice about reduced hold numbers. They're now limiting patrons to 25 holds at a time, to ease the workload on the newly reduced staff numbers. How can there be fewer staff? I think we had 4 full time employees. Less than that and it will be difficult to keep the desk manned and the tp in the bathroom stocked simultaneously. And it's only open 5 days a week.

I hope this rule doesn't affect the number of ebook holds we're allowed. It didn't say. Those don't really require people, though. It's interesting that way. Using a home computer to check out an ebook and download it to a device is literally borrowing a book from the library, the library actually being a separate entity entirely independent of human library staff. Assuming they leave the servers running. If the power stays on, we could still be borrowing books well into the zombie apocalypse.

I recommend you borrow World War Z first.

Tammy was over yesterday to dust. Since she was just here Friday (we're reworking the schedule), the living area (read: my living area) is still pretty clean. So I sent her down to the library where she once again wildly exceeded my expectations. I told her to skip anything she couldn't reach, but she got around the old conveyor, behind the dead wheelchair, even took down the encyclopedias above the doorways. I'm not sure my books have ever been so shiny. We're definitely doing this once a month or so.

Heather's coming tomorrow. Today is just reading and waiting to see what happens with the election. I keep thinking about the painful state of denial that set in when W was elected the second time. For a week I convinced myself that it simply hadn't happened, that the election was still ahead. It was ugly. At least this time I have the GIN BLOSSOMS to look forward to! No one can take that away from me. Not even Russell. If he gets sick or something, Mark promised to fill in. He'd hate it, but he has so few opportunities to do really nice things for me, he'll do it anyway.:)

My watch band broke this morning. Again. I love this watch, but I already paid too much for it, bought a new battery the same day, and had the band fixed in September. I might spend a couple hours on eBay looking for a new one. Even if I don't find what I want, shopping is fun. And I don't really know what I want, which is even better.

Maybe they have goth Hello Kitty watches by now. My pink one broke years ago.
little_tristan: (Kindle)
Maybe it was a one-time thing, like when a silverfish fell out of a used book I got in the mail and failed to reproduce. The silverfish, I mean. I suspect the book has reproduced several times over.

Criminal Minds is being gross with amputations and fertilizer and other ickiness. But Reid finally almost had a story arc! It was SO close. And Henry's costume made up for ALL the things!

The arch-nemesis has outdone himself again. He wanted me to look up a documentary show and tell him what time it was on. Also what channel. And he couldn't remember what it was called, but he sort of knew what it was about. So could I please locate that in the next thirty seconds.

It actually took a couple minutes. I wish I hadn't done, though. He'll expect me to do it again. And after finally I convinced him that I really couldn't Google what, specifically, was wrong with his car when it was making a noise that time.

Anyway, I solaced myself with some new Kindle books--Jaws, Jurassic Park, and The Bell Jar. Kind of a mixed bag, but they're all ones I've been waiting for on Kindle and now they're here! This is good because I still have to read 36 books by the end of the year or else look like a giant failure on GoodReads. I don't know why this matters. Probably it doesn't.

But there still may be a children's/YA dash the last half of December. Unless I decide to take up Zane Grey.

There was an ad for the local news where the talking head announced they'd be covering "How your genes/jeans help determine how you vote". The graphic was Romney/Obama. Without more clues, I honestly don't know if they're talking about our DNA or our pants. Probably both angles are equally valid. I don't watch the local news, except to get the weather.

The election hasn't happened. I wish it would. Today the robocalls show as BLOCKED in the caller ID. This is not more subtle. I already didn't answer when it was from IL, where it might possibly have been an actual person I know. Or DC, when it might have been the actual president. Perhaps in four years they'll have learned to hack our phones and make it appear as if our mothers are calling. Of course I still wouldn't answer. I'd want to save the voicemail.

Today I deleted 20,000 words of The Dancer. Pretty much everything beyond the point where I stopped last night, except for one paragraph of dialog that I quite like. With luck it will fit back in somewhere. The rest was all a mess with people being married to the wrong people and being too religious and characters hanging about who should have shriveled up and fallen off when I cut them out back at the beginning. Plus that whole section was about something that isn't going to happen now. Or if it does, it'll happen differently, with the right people being married and widowed and fallen off the page. But I think it'll be something else entirely.

Hopefully I'll get an inkling as to what, basically, that might be in time to write 500 words about it before bed.
little_tristan: (Bunny)
But it's not even dawn so here's yesterday's news.

Ranger made a full recovery and spent the day reasserting her dominance over Willow. Surprising how quickly a dog Will's age can forget a year and a half of fuzzy-butt-whippings and start thinking she's in charge after just one day. But that misapprehension has been corrected and all is well.

Tammy came over and dusted, which is probably boring to read about but never fails to thrill me. Everything is so clean, and she's so much fun to have around. Really breaks up the boredom of a Tuesday.

I've been playing around with The Dancer this week, too. With Steve out of the way (he was a bad influence on one of the characters) and no deadline, self-imposed or otherwise, I might get it fixed up this winter. Or not. Depends on if it keeps being fun.

The nemesis avoided me all day, which was really nice. I kept the heat turned up unbearably high to reduce the chance of yelling, and apparently made some points. He wandered in last night while Mark and I were kicking back with a little Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (the first hour, at least--we'll have to finish it tonight) and offered to raise the rent. That's pretty standard. If shouting doesn't work, throw money at it. Well, if it makes him feel better, who are we to say no?

Today Heather's coming over. Hopefully with canning jars, or I'll have to send her to Goodwill to look for some. She also volunteered to take the old man shopping for proper clothes if he wants to go. He probably will. Hanging out with Heather is that much fun. I'm bummed that I'll miss out on her company, but having the house to myself is nice, too. There was a new Criminal Minds DVD in the mail yesterday, and I still have a disc and a half of the final season of House. Heather doesn't let me watch that stuff with the kids in the house.

Also big plans to finish reading The Dark Tower so I can start The Hitchhiker's Guide series. I haven't read them since I got them for Kindle and short books will help my numbers. (Next on deck: Anne of Green Gables series.) I think I need to read another 40 books before the end of the year to meet my goal. This has not been a good year for me and reading. Next year I'll raise my goal again and try harder. Maybe more Kindle Singles would help. They sure did last year.
little_tristan: (Kindle)
I just found an email in my junk folder from Amazon. Apparently there's been a lawsuit of some kind about publishers setting ebook prices and screwing the buyers. I knew the screwing was going on, why else would I be paying $12.99 for a Kindle book when the paperback is $7.95, but not that anyone was doing anything about it.

According to the email, the suit has been won and they're just waiting for the court to approve the settlements, which is scheduled for next February. Kindle ebook buyers who were affected by the price gouging will be paid a small refund for each book purchased by the publishers involved, either in the form of a check or credit toward new Kindle books. Considering how very many qualifying books I've bought during the time covered, I'm eagerly looking forward to some new reading next year.:D
little_tristan: (Breaking Bad Walt & Jesse)
I'm not sure where I am right now. I finished the book club book on time, which was good. We haven't had the discussion yet, but I was ready and that's what counts in my head. And yesterday I finished Wizard and Glass, so I'm down to only four books on the Currently Reading list. At least three of which will get finished for sure sometime this year.

Heather was supposed to come over yesterday but she got a last minute invitation to see Alanis Morissette at the Crystal Ballroom Sunday night and was too tired to do anything Monday. But she was able to tell me about it in great detail, so it was like being there. Only without the hassle of actually seeing Alanis from fifty feet away and, you know, hearing the music. Because the only thing better than missing out on something awesome and fun is listening to someone talk about it nonstop for an hour. *sigh*

But it did give me a chance to catch up on all the paperwork the boys dumped on me over the weekend. They give me two kinds of work when they're around. One has to be dealt with immediately, usually with one of them standing over me impatiently or calling for updates every two minutes. The other is a cumulative thing that I can't handle until they stop producing it. Otherwise it would be like cleaning up feathers during a pillow fight. Better to wait until the pillows are all empty before starting to sweep. Or, in this case, sorting, entering into the software, and throwing half in the trash and filing the other half. So I did that and paid the bills that were stacking up. I can't do that sort of thing when Heather's here, since the kids never stop running and screaming and grabbing things and it takes both of us to watch them.

Tammy's coming to dust today and I'm putting her on the big desk so I won't be working much. I'm very excited about having it clean for maybe the first time since it's been here. And tomorrow Heather's coming without kids to take the old man and me to the hospital for his consultation with a vascular surgeon. Which he's now trying to blame on me, of course. He sat on the referral for two months and then asked me to make this appointment three weeks ago. Now he says he never wanted to do it and almost for sure won't have the procedure, but "you kids were so insistent". Um? What? I guess if saying "No one's going to ask why aren't you dead yet if you decide to prolong your life" is being insistent, then maybe. But no.

My favorite part is how he says he never asked for this consultation and I set it all up on my own. I reminded him that he gave me the information, otherwise how else would I have the phone number, but he just shook his head and wandered off. The boys say he always does this so no matter how it turns out it will be someone else's fault. Of course. Whether he dies in agony or spends another cold and boring Oregon winter in our library, it'll be on me because I insisted on whatever he ends up doing.

Maybe I'm good at this life and death shit, but I sure am bloody fucking tired of it.

Hopefully the sun will show up this afternoon so I can go downtown. I just found a stack of last year's Scientific American that Homeless Steve might enjoy, he likes reading physics, and they have a book for me at the library. Because I need to start another one.

But not right now. Right now it's time for my uncontrollably twitching thumb and I to go watch Criminal Minds* and wait for Tammy.

Is it sad that I dressed up for this?

*I wrote a CM fic a while ago and finally got it to a satisfactory point. I think. If you want to read something totally different from anything I've ever done in any fandom, it would be Everything to Everyone.

Book Meme!

Sep. 19th, 2012 12:48 pm
little_tristan: (Riptide Cody Happy)
Borrow from [ profile] oasis3017!

It's international book week. The rules: Grab the closest book to you, turn to page 52, post the 5th sentence as your status. Don't mention the title. Copy the rules as part of your post.

"Whut ail Big Pearl?" Hammond demanded with an unintentional gruffness which paralyzed the child into dumbness.
little_tristan: (Moo)
In other news, my phone is fixed! Probably! We watched the video of the guy repairing one about 15 times, not counting the numerous spot rewinds to find a nearly invisible screw or attempt to identify the thing that, in the video, springs out when he releases a screw and flies out of the shot. It takes the guy less than six minutes to totally disassemble the phone and replace the part, whereas it took us three hours. Counting the time spent peeling a circuit tape off the broken speaker module and attaching it to the new one. Luckily the problem was something other than the circuits. What are the odds?

But at the end of the three hours, we had 5 leftover screws, two tiny parts that didn't appear in the video (and which Mark couldn't recall taking out), and, somehow, a working phone! It was fairly astounding. Net result? This morning we awoke once again to the sound of a flock of ducks passing through our room.

I've finished reading When Jesus Became God and am now immersed in Misquoting Jesus. It's utterly fascinating. I couldn't have read these things two or three or ten years ago. I tried The Lost Books of the Bible back in 2004 but it produced some major anxiety attacks and I had to quit. (Ow, my faith!) Now that I'm not as clear on just who I should be listening to, I'm actively enjoying the search for answers. There's so much to read and so many possible outcomes!

In the midst of all this reading, I learned a new word: MAJUSCULE! It's, like, the opposite of minuscule, and that's awesome. I'm going to be using it a lot.

Still, in spite of my new open mindedness, I have to go on record as saying that Mel Gibson, Dan Brown, and everyone involved in The Last Temptation of Christ can continue to suck it. People have already made up enough shit. Let's try to get the textual ambiguities nailed down before we go ahead and reinterpret them for the purpose of warfare.

I just realized that the really cute guy on Criminal Minds (Reed?) seems familiar because he sounds like a young Wil Wheaton.

Yesterday Wunderground promised me an 11 hour thunderstorm. It never happened. They promised it again today, but it's already late. Am I to have no lightning at all this year? Sigh.

Thunder would have been appropriate for when I was doing Russell's taxes. He owes this year, for the first time ever. That does not bode well for Mark and me. I get to meet with our accountant tomorrow and am not optimistic. But Cousin Heather is coming over to drive me (otherwise I'd have to settle for being groped by the pervy driver of the "special" bus), and we'll probably have a good time first.

Maybe Steve will lighten up and talk to her. I love all my men, but, bless their hearts, their combined emotional maturity rating is still less than Ranger's. And he's the worst, because he hurts my feelings, I get sad, and then he feels too guilty to ever speak to me again, which hurts my feelings even more.

I've decided we need a Feelings Handbook. A MAJUSCULE one with footnotes, cross-references, a thorough index, and helpful tips on "What to Do After You've Been a Dick", with separate sections for deliberate and accidental dickishness. It would be almost as long as the combined "Shut Up, I Do NOT Have PMS" and "Okay, I Totally Had PMS Last Week" sections.

Russell can write the chapter on how to tune me out when I start talking. That will cut way back on incidents of accidental dickishness.
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So today I'll be commenting on everyone's weekend. I have the time because I finally read two days worth of FB news (polls show that while 52% of Black Americans follow Trayvon Martin's murder ahead of all other news, only 20% of white people do; I AM the 20%). Also barely managed to get the water/power bill paid before they cut us off. I really need to open those things sooner. Also ask Steve what the deal is with the power bill, because everything else is going down with the improving weather while electric was up by $75.

I'm watching Anton "The Puppy" Yelchin in Like Crazy, which came out last year without anyone telling me. So my Anton DVD-only streak continues uninterrupted. (Puppy fun on the small screen since 2009!) I'm ashamed to say that the disc has been in my house for literally DAYS without being watched, but this morning is a good time because Steve is continuing his streak of not coming home on Sunday. I gave him a little shit over it on Friday when he was leaving ("See you Monday." "Okay. Wait, what?"), and while I know he got the point, it's out of his control. His girlfriend does the driving and she hates to let him go. She'd simply rather bring him home a day late and cut into the time I pay him for, than bring him home "early" and cut into "her" time. Anyway, I'm anxious to hear the excuse, as they get more entertaining every week. I just wish he hadn't forgotten the catbox on Friday.

Yesterday I called Amazon on a sort of whim to see if they'd replace the last Kindle I broke, just because I've been a good customer and those things really should be able to take a minor fall at least. Surprisingly, they're sending a new one out right away and it'll be here Wednesday. I'm very excited. There are some books I want to read but not pay for and they're available in the Kindle Lending Library, which doesn't work on apps. The iPhone app is great, but it just doesn't have all the features. Apple doesn't want us to be able to use it to buy Kindle books instead of iBooks. Wankers.

Also arriving Wednesday, the part Mark needs to finally (illegally) fix the ringer on my phone. Apparently opening the case voids the warranty, but so does dropping it, so what do I have to lose? Note: The Otterbox case is awesome, but eventually, after 10 or 12 serious falls, something's gotta give. In my case it was the loud speaker, so no rings, alarms, or speaker phone. It's torture, I tell you.

Oh, Puppy's girlfriend had to leave the country and now he's all sad. And has a goatee. He needs to go to England.
little_tristan: (Daffodils)
The big anniversary wasn't as horrible as it could have been. Not by a long shot. There was an added blow at lunch time when the world's greatest Chinese restaurant, which is right up the street, was found to have gone out of business. But I recovered and we ordered barbecue chicken pizza.
Click for new friends and closure )
little_tristan: (Christina's World)
The good news is I sold some books! I gave a box to Cousin Heather to take to a craft/rummage type sale she's doing this weekend where people rent a table and sell whatever they want. But before she could get there, a friend of hers who'd read The Bedlam Boys asked if she could get him more so his book club could read it. He bought the whole box and I had to send another with the boys so she'd have some for the sale. (Their work is close to her house, so she can sneak over there and take things from their truck during the day.:) I doubt she'll sell any more, but it's still pretty cool. And if it's not raining, they want me to come speak at the club meeting. Only in good weather, though, as I won't be able to get into the house. Of course I've no idea what speakers do at these things, so I'd love advice from anyone who has experience. Or just good ideas.

I also think I've finally lost some weight, as today I was able to cross my legs for the first time in about 4 years. That was exciting.:)
Cut for depressing shit that no one wants to read )

Oh, and the boys put up a higher door between the kitchen and dining room so Willow can't even see over it, let alone jump it. The a-n still teases her over the door until she leaps for him, but she can't get to him so he can't complain. And the latch is way easier for me to work.
little_tristan: (Book Reading)
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Katie by Michael McDowell, which is also on the long list for book of the year. She's a fabulously unrepentant killer of all things wealthy, fluffy, or just plain in her way. So major warnings for senseless violence and dog abuse, but still a truly awesome story by a brilliant writer whose career was cut short far too soon.
little_tristan: (Bedlam)
I just set up an eBay account solely to sell my books at a loss so I can get them out of here. My user ID is Bedlam_Books, or you can just Click Here to go right to The Bedlam Boys page. I plan to list some copies of Bedlam's Child later today, at the same OMG price, so don't miss out.:)

Also, don't forget to let me know how you want it signed. Yes, I'll write anything! Just buy a book!


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