little_tristan: (BtVS Spike Sod Off)
I'm catching up my flist and just finished reading a couple of LJ posts by an author whose books I like. But I ended up unfriending her because, frankly, I don't need anymore things in my life pissing me off. I already have the arch-nemesis, and I live in a neighborhood without curbcuts. Why invite more irritants in via LJ?

What set me off was this: She's anti-Kindle. Not just prefers not to use one, but actually hates that they exist. Although she takes the money fast enough when I buy her books for Kindle. And isn't reaching the audience the point? Anyway, everyone's entitled to their opinion, but no one's forcing her to use one, and I can't see them replacing paper books, which seems to be her big fear. (I refuse to say "real" books because I believe the book is the content, not the package.)

But what really gets up my nose is her calling them toys and fads and ridiculing the people who use them for being trendy or lazy, or just not appreciating the beauty of "real" books or the written word. As a person who uses it to get around a very real physical disability that was threatening to stop me from reading altogether, this puts her right up there with those idiots on the street who say they're jealous of my wheelchair and tell me I'm lucky that I "don't have to" walk.

Now, I couldn't say this on the author's journal because that's her space and anyway she deletes comments that she doesn't like, but this is my space so I'll say it here. STOP JUDGING AND RIDICULING ME, YOU BLIND, STUPID, ARROGANT FUCKING BITCH. You want paper? Great. Buy paper. But don't put your petty shit off on me, or anyone else who doesn't have the privilege of indulging their preferences. Not everyone is a trendy, techy show-off. Some of us just want to read a book without inflicting serious pain and injury on ourselves.

In summary, I'm sorry if this messes with your personal view of what a book is and how it should be read. fuck you.

(PS: This is in no way meant to suggest that one needs to be crippled to enjoy electronic media. It's also neat in its own right, so read how you please and fear not any judgment from me.:)
little_tristan: (Penny Says Explode)
...Fletch remarked, "It's nice to see Corp. Com. mainstreaming people."

Huh? I looked at him quizzically with a mouthful of julienne carrots. Finally swallowing, I asked, "What are you talking about?"

"You know, your company. Mainstreaming. They hired that nice kid with Down syndrome," he replied.

I shook my head and dabbed at my mouth with a linen napkin. "Fletcher, I have no clue who you're talking about."

"The tall kid. He was blond with a striped shirt and gapped teeth."

"In MY office?"

"Yes. He was walking by the reception desk when I came in. When I asked for you, he got nervous and started to pace back and forth. I felt bad because I think I confused him."



"How much wine have you had?" I picked up his goblet and inspected it. Honestly, I always have to monitor that boy's intake. He gets into his cups a little too easily sometimes.

"Whatever was in the glass you're holding."

"Well, if you're not drunk, then you're hallucinating. The Chicago office only has salespeople in it. Maybe you're thinking of one of our suburban offices."

Fletch insisted, "Jen, you saw him. He took me to your desk."

"Noooo," I said slowly, the puzzle beginning to piece itself together. "Arthur brought you over to me."

"Yes! Arthur. That was his name. Striped shirt. Eager to please. Nice kid."

"Fletch," I said, shaking my head, "he's one of my salespeople."

"But I've never heard you mention him."

"Yes, honey, you have."

Fletch sat quietly for about thirty seconds, until he finally understood.

"Holy shit...was that...was that...was that Retard-y Arty?"

I know it's a mean nickname, but before you judge me..."

Yeah, um, Jen? Too late. This conversation runs from pages 21-23, and after I got done cringing and managed to open my eyes again, I very nearly put the book aside for good. (This is what she calls her co-worker at home? So regularly that her husband has never heard the poor guy's real name?) I mean, I'd read one of her other books (Bright Lights, Big Ass) so I knew she was a wicked, self-centered, egotistical bitch, but somehow this seemed beneath even Ms. Lancaster. The only reason I kept reading was that the jacket copy promised me she was going to lose her job and have to overcome serious obstacles, and, in her own words, "The bitch had it coming."

So I wanted to see her get it.
The problem is, it wasn't really worth it. )
little_tristan: (Crazy Reject)
Listening to this song makes me paranoid, like Jonathan Coulton is following me around somehow. I know at least 5 people in RL that it could be about, and I bet you do, too. That's why I live online.

little_tristan: (Look it Up)
I know, easy target, but this bothered me when I was reading Love Boats and now I have more proof that she actually *is* as uneducated and idiotic as I said in my review. In the book, she tries to show off her cleverness by describing a dining room as "Port Over-Starboard Home", and then explains that this is the origin of the word "posh". I found the use of the phrase in that context, where the word itself would have fit much better, to be confusing and pretentious to the extreme, anyway, and then today it was's legend of the day. Is anyone surprised that Ms. Saunders was talking out her ass once again? I wasn't. But even if you don't care about this bimbo pseudo-author (and why should you?), the history of the word is quite interesting. Click here for Posh talk.


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