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-->WHERE ARE MY BOOKS AMAZON
-->WHERE ARE THEY
-->YOU SAID THEY WOULD COME TODAY
-->It is my first day off in more than a month and I want to read and I want to read my new Green Knowe book dammit
           ! I love Green Knowe as much as I did when I was a kid
           ??? how did I go almost 25 years without reading those books?
--> The mail is usually here by now
           ! let's go check
           !!! federal tax refund is here!
                * w33t
??? OKAY SO BOOKS??????
--> Sweet Jesus, what is taking so long
--> WHAT IF THEY DIDN'T COME TODAY
-->oh wait
-->I didn't check the mail yesterday
     * because I was schlepping the bedding in from the car and I couldn't do that and have a hand free to check the mail
-->so the tax check probably came yesterday
--> BUT STILL AMAZON
-->YOU SAID BY EIGHT O'CLOCK AND IT'S ALREADY AFTER FOUR
???I wonder if the Chocolate Moose is open
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So I've read some books in the past week, and because I'll read pretty much anything these all happened to be romances and X-chan and I were talking about things we hate in romance novels, which inspired my curmudgeonliness here. (Also, as you'll have guessed, I really don't believe in love, so I'm just basically irredeemable.) Fortunately, my library has a large collection of Harlequins to keep us amused, so if enough of you are "entertained" this will probably become a regular feature. (I also plan to get to snarking my huge teen-girl series collection, as promised last year. Life keeps happening.)

I stole the blurbs off Amazon, because I'm interested in mocking the ridiculousness and not the blurbs. It's probably a good idea to assume that everything contains spoilers. It might also be a good idea to assume that the sex scenes are mocked below. So without further ado, let's begin!

Black Magic )

Texas Two-Step )

Live-In Lover )

And th-th-th-that's all, folks! More stuff coming in the future.

Complaints

Apr. 28th, 2012 01:58 am
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1.) Dear body, polycystic ovarian syndrome, and hormonal birth control (also possibly the new implants in Fallopian tubes): Please decide whether we're menstruating or not, and act accordingly. I am tired of finding surprises in my underwear. Either bleed normally or don't bleed, I don't care, but pick one and stick with it.

2.) Dear brain and possible undiagnosed Asperger's syndrome: Just because there is Russian history does not mean we have to read it all like a goddamn spaz. This is how we got burnt out and--No. NO. STOP FLASHING BACK TO THE LIBRARY. WE WILL BE THERE AGAIN SHORTLY, PROBABLY ON MONDAY AFTER WORK. THIS IS MANY THINGS BUT NOT TRAGIC. Also, STOP FLASHING BACK TO THE SAN ANTONIO LIBRARY BECAUSE WE'RE NOT GOING THERE EVER AGAIN. That entire period of our life more or less sucked and had like three redeeming qualities, remember?...No, we don't need to be worried about what happened to the David King biography of Trotsky. Worst-case scenario, it's been withdrawn and we'll pick it up for like $1.35 at the Friends of the Library book sale. Or, you know, on Amazon.

Speaking of Amazon. CLOSE OUT THE AMAZON TAB. CLOSE IT OUT. NOW. WE'RE NOT GETTING BOOKS THIS WEEK. WE JUST BOUGHT CLOTHES (and spent way too much, but in fairness I did need bras and some more workplace-appropriate shirts and I had the money). NO BOOKS. NO BOOKS FOR WHINY BRAINS.

...Oh, fine. FINE. If I go upstairs and read some of The Prophet Armed or whatever, will that shut you up for five minutes?

3.) Dear flist: Back later.
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This morning, I rolled out of bed, went to go get my every-other-weekly pedicure (because my feet get nasty without much provocation and I'd rather pay someone for them than do it myself), and found that it was much colder in the house than outside. My toenails are relatively subtle this time, if one can consider fluorescent pink to ever be subtle. (We're moving into sandal weather, so I have to look normal for a while. I don't favor shy and muted colors.)

Then I went to go get my ears pierced. (This is going to be the last hole in my lobes; I'm going to gradually move on to other stuff after this.) This is my third lobe piercing (for both ears), so I know the drill by now; the pain wasn't as bad as when they try to draw blood at the doctor's office, but now we've moved on to the HOLY SHIT MY EARS ARE ITCHY AND THERE ISN'T ANYTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT stage.

And THEN I went to the library downtown, where they were having a small book sale, and since I cannot help myself if I see books, I immediately relieved them of a stack from the history and biography sections and they relieved me of $13. I got A Delusion of Satan (about the Salem Witch Trials), which I'd only been wanting forever, and Chrysanthemums and Thorns (which I seem to recall [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas read a while back but that was about 5 years ago so I don't even know). I got other stuff, but that's what springs immediately to mind.

Anticlimactically, I then came home and made dinner. We had smoked turkey sausage on the grill pan (I'd wanted to grill outside, but the sky kept making noises like it was going to rain), cheesy biscuits, and coleslaw. The coleslaw was a little on the Cajun side, so I halved the cayenne pepper to avoid cruelty to lolmom, whose delicate system cannot tolerate the spicy food.

Lolmom has finally had the porch roof fixed, after lo these many years; one of the parishioners at her church is in construction and does roofing, and they're friendly, so when he hit a slow patch, they came over earlier this week to fix the roof. No more need we worry about it caving in and killing the next person who steps foot on the roof! Lolmom is very excited about this, as it means that once the porch is hosed off, she can go outside and enjoy the weather. She's especially looking forward to this on Mother's Day (for the British and Australians on the flist, our Mother's Day is in May), when X-chan will come up again to help her clean out the garage and we'll have tea for dinner. (I told lolmom I could either spend the day in the garage or the kitchen and to pick what she wanted. She chose the kitchen. I have no idea what the tea menu is going to be, aside from turkey and avocado sandwiches.)

I am looking at the beginnings of a draft and I have given one of the main characters a tail and I do not for the life of me remember why this is. I assume it will be important at some point.

Also: [livejournal.com profile] arisha, I owe you a response to your lengthy comment on Troy, Achilles' character arc, &c. Will get to that but probably not tonight; still have things to do that aren't done. (Go me.)
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Also, while I'm griping about things, it would really be nice if blowing my nose didn't cause me to feel like I'm blowing my eardrums inside out at the same time. (I'm not, but it feels like that, and I wish the pressure in my ears would get itself sorted out.) The temptation to go out and chug a two-liter of Diet Coke in the hopes of fixing this with window-rattling belches is really overwhelming, if simultaneously uncouth. I hate residual symptoms from sick I had a week ago.

Oliver says Hi from under the phone table.

I joined the rest of the century and bought a Kindle, mainly because a lot of classic works are cheaper to own on Kindle (or outright free) and I can't go through life firing up Project Gutenberg every time I want to read something. I've got Letters to a Young Poet all cued up. I also have a stack of hard copies sitting around. (I was going through my Giant Big McLargeHuge List Of Ways To Blow Through My Disposable Income and realized I've already acquired several of the books thereon, in a very unintentional way. I am ridiculous. However, I did finally get my hands on 1493 and George, Nicholas, and Wilhelm thanks to my father's Christmas gift, thus proving that my father is occasionally good for something.)

I am a little steamed with the cleaning people at work. I do not like having my desk toys knocked over, though I can live with that. (Though, you know, if you're going to pretend to dust, you might actually remove dust from the desk.) I really do not like having my toys broken, and was mightily annoyed when I came in on Monday to find the samurai that [livejournal.com profile] dethorats gave me broken. Not badly broken - the kuwagata on his helmet had been knocked off, and thanks to the slings and arrows of the USPS, that was inevitable - but "where is the glue gun?" broken. The only reason I'm not complaining is that the kuwagata was already loose.

(TL;DR - DO NOT BREAK MY SAMURAI. I WILL KILL YOU WITH FIRE.)

Tomorrow, I dine wherever is reasonably priced in Bloomington. (I'm thinking Finch's, though I'm torn because I think their only low-carb options are salads and when it's this cold outside, I don't want salad.)

The monitor is behaving now (obv), but although I have things I want to write up and share, I'm afraid to do so lest the Green, Blurry Plague comes back. I may make a manful stab at it anyway.
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This has been the shortest work week EVAR. I was off Monday for MLK Day, which I spent mostly doing laundry and also driving my friend Michael to Lowe's to pick up some boxes (he's moving out of Spavinsville, lucky stiff). I worked Tuesday and Wednesday, and then on Thursday I went home early because I caught The Plague from lolmom (who had it last week) and had to call in yesterday as well. I'm feeling better (albeit heavily medicated) now that I'm not coughing until my eyes water every fifteen minutes, and I was well enough to do some errands today (if by "errands" you mean "I got my every-two-weekly pedicure" and "oh yeah, I went to the bookstore and spent the FUCK out of the $50 gift card my father sent me for Christmas and still wound up going over because I am constitutionally incapable of avoiding the bargain rack").

Also, you can always tell I am really out of it when I can't follow a battle scene; I watched Samurai Banners last night and towards the end, kept going, "Wait, what the fuck?...Oh, right, there's the vanguard, yeah. Did Takeda win this one? I don't remember." (He said he did, though a lot of Takeda Shingen's battles with Uesugi Kenshin were pretty inconclusive.) Also, if I were lost in the snow and some guy who looked like Toshiro Mifune were following me, I'd let him find me, but I'm not gonna lie, I'm shallow.

So that's it. Now, it's time to get back on the wagon, I guess.
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I just haven't had a lot to report lately, to be honest, though I've been cooking most of this week (I did a rainbow vegetable stir-fry on Tuesday, and tonight I made turkey kielbasa with sweet cooked purple cabbage. Tomorrow, we dine on chicken enchiladas. (For those of you who might be interested, there's a food blog, though I'll continue to talk about things I cook here.)

Finally finished The Great Sea by David Abulafia. I will almost always buy history sight unseen, on the grounds that it's history and therefore must be good, but this was really interesting; it's a history of the Mediterranean and the cultural, politial, and economic interactions that took place around it. The ancient world stuff wasn't unfamiliar to me, though I admit Magna Graecia hasn't been my study, but a lot of the later chapters were eye-opening - I knew Russia really, really wanted a warm-water port (sometimes with disastrous results), but I didn't know there had been shenanigans as far south as the Mediterranean. Anyway, I'm glad I bought it and plan to mine the bibliography indefinitely.

Also, somebody stop me before I obsess again. The good news is that there doesn't seem to be a lot of source material in English.

Somehow, I managed to churn out a bit of story before I fell asleep last night. This is on The Project I Don't Like, Why Am I Writing It, but I figure if I plow ahead I could turn it into a project I like better.

And, you know, that's really it, other than the we've-stopped-the-overtime-for-now thing. (I'm not holding my breath, though!)
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To whom it may concern: I am wearing a pair of jeans I dug out of my closet this morning. I hadn't worn them in years because I couldn't fit into them. I kind of like this because it means I might possibly not have to buy new pants :D

Life in general )

And that's all, folks!
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This is a really embarrassing admission to make, but I feel compelled to do so because a.) I am a little bored and b.) the rest of this post will make no sense whatsoever if I don't.

But what is l33's shocking sekrit? )
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Dear l33:

Do not buy the Loeb Argonautica. DO NOT. You have two Argonauticas already and whether you can be fairly said to need a third is dubious. You don't even really like the Argonautica that well.

Or, you know, if you could try to wait until the checks you wrote for your car payment and the last therapy bill clear, that would be good.

Kthx,
the voice of reason (you know, the one you usually ignore)
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Good things:

+ My performance was rly good last month, so I actually got to have incentive pay on this check :D I am forcing myself to put the extra money into savings, on top of what I usually put in there anyway, but hey. My boss says I've shown quite a bit of improvement (I was struggling with a few things earlier, so I'm glad my efforts are paying off, literally and figuratively).

+ My federal and state tax returns have been accepted (I e-filed). I don't know if this just means they went through okay, or if it's more along the lines of "okay you were poor in 2010, plz accept refund". If e-file is correct, I can expect a refund. I am torn between putting that in savings vs. putting it towards my MasterCard (it wouldn't knock out the ENTIRE balance, but it would leave me with a much smaller debt there, and I would really like to get this monkey off my back). I tend to be pretty conservative so it's probably going into savings.

+ We have delicious leftovers. I made asparagus-and-salmon spring rolls over the weekend, and last night lolmom was home early (she went to some job thing in Louisville) so we made chickpea-and-avocado tacos. Tomorrow night, I definitely see some reverse-engineered asparagus salad in our future. Also, the new Cooking Light came and there is a picture of shrimp Cobb salad on the cover and I need to eat that nau plz.

+ X-chan is coming to visit for Easter! She wants us to color and hide eggs for her. (This was one of her favorite things about Easter as a kid, and lolmom had to get more and more savvy as we aged.) The bitch of this is that we have to plan a real meal, though, for various reasons; Mom wants a cake, which I am all in favor of, but we kind of need to see what X-chan wants. Worst-case scenario? OH NOES, DELICIOUS FRUIT SALAD!

+ I don't think I remembered how much I love classics--I mean, I know I do, obviously, but sometimes it kind of gets pushed to the back--and I just finished the Iliad (again, I re-read it every year, IT NEVER GETS OLD U GAIZ) and I might be talking about Homer in here because Greek epic poetry makes me happy and so do Homer and the Trojan War. Oh my God you guys this is so vital to me, for fuckin' srs.

+ My package full of jewelry came. (This sounds really extravagant until you consider that it was more at costume jewelry, but hey.) Pictures to follow, eventually.

+ Hot guy is profile-stalking me on OKStupid. Possibly he's just laughing at my venomous harpyness, which is fine by me, but hey! Something pleasant to look at! (Unfortunately a lot of the women who profile-stalk me are looking for threesomes and I have a rather snippy note in there to the effect that Madame Lee don't play that. Tragically, no lesbian couples have ever approached me about their threesome fantasy. Also as a parenthetical aside I think I might be a happier person if I would just, you know, stop being so repressed about my queerness. And maybe say Hi to girls once in a while.)

+ Mmm. Talenti Gelato's pistachio ice cream, so good. (They also make the only chocolate ice cream I actually like.)

Minor-league annoyances:
After the jump so you can ignore them, because seriously if these are my worst problems I'm doing pretty well )

All in all: l33 up, circumstances down. Peace.
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I survived Black Friday, which was oddly un-crazy; I only had to ask one person to please move so I could get to the time clock, and the whole event was over by 6:30 in the morning, which really hacked me off (seriously, if I have to be at work by 4:45 in the morning, at least leave me the consolation that it'll go pretty quickly). Due to very little sleep in the preceding forty-eight hours, I told lolmom I would take her to the dealership to get her car (she had new shocks put in) and to please try to be ready to go when I came home. She did not disappoint, though the following conversation was had:

Lolmom: lol btw plz dun panic if u c teh hood in teh kichen iz on & smellz liek sthg burnt :D
l33: Would you like to tell me why it smells like something burnt?
Lolmom: lol k. waz going 2 maek turky s00p
l33: Also, put your seatbelt on or we're not leaving this driveway.
Lolmom: lol k. so i put teh pot on teh burner & then i went in2 liveng room, were i--
l33: --Fell asleep. D:
Lolmom: lol ya. so i didnt waek up until deeler calld 2 tel me car waz redy. but by then s00p waz burnt D: i hoep s00p pot iz ok tho
l33: SWEET JESUS HOW DID THE HOUSE NOT BURN DOWN DDDDD:
Lolmom: lol idk

So yeah, we're pretty much not having any turkey soup this year. Fortunately, she took most of the meat off the carcass before she made blackened turkey carcass with caramelized root vegetables. At least the soup pot has survived, to hold delicious soup at a later date.

Conclusion: Lolmom cannot ever be left unsupervised ever again. Also, if there is a benevolent God, lolmom is obviously being preserved for some very special purpose, on which she is so far behind that she will never die.

Then I slept for 18 hours straight on Friday night/Saturday morning and felt a lot better. Today was pretty anticlimactic; one of the girls came in to work sick, probably contagiously so. I definitely understand her need for money, because none of us are exactly making the big bucks, but sometimes it's more than just you at stake. She was on the pay station for most of the day; Ava wiped it down with Germ-X after Infecto Girl left, but I was still moderately nervous about using it. If I am infected, I will hold Infecto Girl personally responsible for it. I have Big Plans you guys, I cannot be sick. Well, not until Wednesday.

Um. Also, I finally finished The Sunne in Splendour and omg I am grooving on the Wars of the Roses so hard? That's all I can think of at the moment.
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2:40: Go to bed.
7:00: Alarm goes off.
7:15: Finally get out of bed.
8:10: After showering, brushing teeth, getting makeup bag and jewelry together, grabbing interview outfit, moving ironing board, ironing shirt, burning arm, finally get out the door.
8:22: Realize that arm was burnt whilst ironing.
8:30: Lolgreens to pick up Depo syringe.
8:45: Doctor's office to get shot. Almost have meltdown in waiting room. Decide that do not have spoons for meltdown at the moment.
8:50: Get shot. Learn that have already scheduled next physical. Good job, nine-months-ago l33!
9:10: Arrive at Kinkos to print out PDF application for clerical-skillz tests. (Our printer is not compatible with Vista and I have yet to dig out mine, which is why it can't be done at home.)
9:20: Realize that do not have unexpurgated resumé in purse. Pay for printouts and drive back home.
9:45: Arrive at home. Check messages. Take down Title Lord's number, since we've been playing phone tag for almost a week. Finish filling out application from unexpurgated resumé, whilst changing clothes and getting made up.
10:25: Leave for interview.
10:58: Google Maps is a ditzy bitch who is apparently unaware that Mulberry Street (downtown Evansville) cannot be accessed from Riverside. Realize that will be late to interview. Try to call interviewer. Don't get through. Almost have meltdown, then decide that spoons for meltdown are not available.
11:10: Show up at test site, apologize profusely to tester, who is gracious. Take first battery of clerical-skillz tests.
11:30: Done with first round. Take typing test.
11:40: Done with typing test. Take Excel test.
11:50: Flub Excel test phenomenally, since have only ever used it for data entry and not to, like, balance books or whatever. Have been assured by tester that it is not a big deal. Also flub bookkeeping test, as no bookkeeping experience outside of balancing checkbook.
12:00: Asked if there is time for an interview. (When I agreed to come in for clerical-skillz tests, I was told it would only be a series of tests, and that if they decided to interview me they would call me in at a later date.) Interviewer inexplicably impressed by ability to type, alphabetize, spell, do math with assistance of adding machine.
12:30: Drive to library; dump books, change pants and shoes in bathroom. Call Title Lord; leave message with cell phone number. Tag!
1:00: Call lolmom, tell her not to panic if do not arrive home before she leaves for work. Enter bookstore. Plan to not buy anything.
1:15: Title Lord calls whilst in middle of Russian history section. Arrange phone interview for tomorrow morning, become person you hate who yaps on her cell phone at cafés. NOT WORKING AT LOL-MART IS SRS BSNS U GAIZ, I AM NOT GOING TO MISS THIS PHONE CALL.
1:25: Fail spectacularly at not buying anything, though srsly needed Everyday Life in Traditional Japan for Legitimate Scholarly Pursuits and was going to buy The Last Days of the Romanovs anyway. Money is there, though. Also, fuck Lol-Mart for not carrying my magazines anymore. Also also, Archaeology has entire feature article on Etruscans.
1:30: Arrive IHOP. HAVE BEEN WAITING THREE WEEKS FOR IHOP YOU GAIZ. AT LEAST.
2:19: Sated with biscuits, gravy, drive home.
2:48: Arrive home. Find lolmom, yap at her. Learn that X-chan is en route to new job in Tennessee, might come up on Saturday and join us for lolmom's birthday lunch. Yay!
3:38: Arm really, really sore from Depo.
4:05: Get on Int0rbuttz. Find something that really, really did not want to read, refrain from making snide remarks (appease inner asshole by typing them all out on Notepad and closing file without saving), as do not have available spoons for meltdown, fight. Play Text Twist but do not really enjoy it.
6:12: Momentarily writers-blocking, will get over it. Afraid to respond to e-mail/LJ comments because afraid of being a complete and total bastard to correspondents. Will have to respond anyway.
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+ Where is all this snot coming from? I was fine and then I began sneezing at work (in conjunction with Stomach Issues, so I was trying desperately to keep my bodily wastes in my body whilst sneezing), and now I'm clogged up. I realize the seasons are changing but seriously what the hell, I don't have time for this sneezy-ass bullshit. And I have a 7-hour shift in about 12 and a half hours. I am tempted to look into those pots that let you flush out your sinuses or whatever but the last thing I want to do is stick something up my nose.

+ I am about halfway through The Price of Spring by Daniel Abraham, the final installment in the Long Price Quartet, and I am in love. Seriously, the entire series is damn fine and you need to go out and read that (I AM LOOKING AT YOU IN PARTICULAR [livejournal.com profile] galhea). I would be happy if I could produce something half as good.

+ I really, really, really hate the piece I'm working on. This is par for the course for me, and usually things pick up, but the whole thing just rings entirely false and it's not at all something I want to be working on. (I am working on it anyway in the hope that I will a.) warm to my theme and b.) get a quick buck and a publication credit out of it.) Seriously: one of the heroines acts entirely out of character for most of the 20+ pages I have so far. The villain's motives are unclear. I have a completely unintentional romance B-plot on my hands. The plot is a clusterfuck. (On the plus side, the other heroine has turned out to be pretty fun to write, which is nice since I initially had no idea what to do with her and was afraid she'd turn into an unlikable simp in my hands, given that I am poorly adapted to writing women who are not badasses and/or not like men. Given that nineteenth-century rural Ireland was not a place where badasses had a lot of opportunity to flourish, I'm pretty much stuck with her as she now is.) I have to make myself work on this shit, y'all.

+ I really just want to write samurai. Samurai pr0n seems to do well enough at Torquere and similar fine publishing houses, thus proving that I am not the only person who is a sucker for it. Also, judging by some of the excerpts I have read, I have the singular advantage of actually knowing something about samurai. [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas, will you be my beta?

+ I also want to go back to writing badass women. I'm just not good at the regular kind. Unfortunately if I exercise my particular hobbyhorse too much, everything starts to read the same.

+ Unrelated to the above, this is what makes my hometown the best. :D I found the link via the Consumerist, which referred to him as the Taco Avenger.

+ I'm so glad it's cool enough to enjoy tea comfortably. ♥

+ 7 more days until Chautauqua Weekend. I offered to bring the lolmom along, but pointed out that I mean to leave pretty early (so it would probably be something like "oh hi you're home change your clothes and get in the car we're leaving"); she was game at first but then was informed that she has to work that Saturday, and she has to be at work before I do that day. I'm still going, but it's always more fun when you've got company.

+ I started on this thing almost 2 hours ago and there is still snot despite DayQuil and tea. I CERTAINLY HOPE THIS IS NOT INDICATIVE OF HOW MUCH FUN I AM GOING TO HAVE AT WORK TONIGHT~
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Go ahead and ask me where the gravy is while I'm carrying the giant economy size of Feminine Hygiene Products under one arm. And while this sour look from having sore feet from standing for four and a half hours is still on my face. Ask. Go on and ask me where the gravy is, dumbfuck. I FUCKING DARE YOU.

Seriously, it is amazing what clearly visible Feminine Hygiene Products will protect you from. I would seriously contemplate always carrying them around, even when I'm not on the rag, but sometimes I just need a few small things.

Also, thanks to a glitch in my insurance company's system, my prescription coverage was denied and I had to pay full price for my meds this morning, much to my chagrin. I'm just glad I had the money. The pharmacy benefits people said to tell Lolgreens to run it again, and the tech at Lolgreens said I can get a refund once this is worked out, so thank God. Still, it is an extremely unpleasant surprise to have to spend $113 on meds that are usually around $18. (Nonetheless, what choice have I got? My next Depo appointment is tomorrow, and there is no interference with my contraception.)

In completely unrelated news, I am itchy and have taken to obsessively scratching my knees and elbows. This is likely dry skin (dry skin. In the middle of summer. HELLO SKIN WHAT IS YOUR MALFUNCTION), but still irritating, especially since normal people qualify for OPEC membership this time of year.

Other than that, not really cranky. Also, I am surrounded by more books than I deserve. :D
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So for the past week, more or less everything was more entertaining to me than the Internets, so I wasn't around too much. I wish I could say something really interesting or exciting happened, but basically I just went to work, read stuff (finished Taiko, finally), watched Return of the Jedi for the bazillionth time, and slept way the hell too much. (Lolmom was in Georgia visiting my grandmother, so I was basically holding the fort.) Mom came back yesterday morning; I made calabacitas con elote for lunch yesterday.

I had an interview that seems to have gone nowhere (OH THE SHOCKING TURN OF EVENTS), but that's life. There's stuff in the paper this week, anyway. Also, I wish I could tell you all about my OMGEXCITING plans, but there are none, at least at present.

[EDIT: Hittite Week isn't this week, either.]
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Last night, I engaged in the following exchange:
l33: (quietly sits at computer, looking at Int0rwebz pornography or something similar)
Spider: (drops onto monitor frame) HI THERE THIS IS MY COMPUTER NOW BITCH AND IF YOU TRY TO KILL ME I'LL EAT YOU. ::::D
l33: (grabs can of Die Spider Die and engages in chemical warfare) OH YEAH? YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME? ARE YOU ALSO BETTER THAN POISONOUS DEATH? WHERE IS YOUR SPIDER GOD NOW???

I have yet to see the spider again. Such will be the death of all freaky eight-legged nightmare beasts which have the misfortune to cross my path. My paranoia has taken some very embarrassing routes that I'm not going to share with you because they're that stupid and paranoid.

Also: OMG YOU GUYS THE TOMATO AND PEPPER PLANTS ARE STARTING TO FLOWER. The Japanese eggplant and yellow pepper plant are delicate snowflakes and tend to wilt easily, but hopefully some more water took care of that. Also, the herbs are doing really well. (The lolmom's diabolical plan involves letting the caraway plant waste itself to seed and then using the seeds for rye bread.)

Also also, further thoughts on Shôgun, hidden under the cut in case there are spoilers and you haven't seen it yet for whatever reason )
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Some things that made me happy today:

+ I finally finished the novel I was reading and kvetching about in the last post. Also, and I totally forgot to pick this nit, if you are going to write about Russians, it does sort of help if you do a little basic homework on their culture. I AM ONLY SAYING.
+ OMG YOU GUYS THERE ARE FIREFLIES. I've never seen them this early, but there were a few when I was out for a walk earlier.
+ Camille and Paige and Tiffany and I were hanging out after work, just outside the front doors, and we had one of those brief work post-mortem conversations (as you do), which segued into the following:
Paige: (to Tiffany) Let's go to Chandler [next town over].
l33: There's nothing in Chandler, y'all.
Paige: Sometimes there is. We'll do a drive-by.
l33: Are y'all regulating?
Tiffany: Regulating?
Camille: LOL WARREN G.
l33: It was a clear black night, a clear white moon...
Paige: Oh, God.
Camille: You guys, I have that as a ringtone on my phone!
(Camille takes out her phone and plays "Regulators". Camille, Tiffany, and l33 bust bad white-girl "gang" signs and "dance" spasmodically.)
Paige: OMG YOU GUYS ARE SO WHITE. I DON'T KNOW ANY OF YOU. :D (goes back into the store)
(Tiffany followed shortly after this, and so the League of Pasty White Girls broke up.)
+ Lolmom made whole wheat bread. Also cake. :9
+ I had a short shift, and I have another short shift tomorrow, and I'm off on Tuesday. WIN.
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Hey, [livejournal.com profile] galhea, sorry for cutting out on you last night. We had a minor-league thunderstorm and I lost my connection. Also, I had surprise cake for breakfast and it was indeed the greatest thing ever.

A lot of blather about movies and some hefty fangirling under this cut )

Also, I am filled with loathing and disgust for this romance novel I am reading at present. Seriously, I realize that romance fans have certain expectations of the genre, just as I have certain expectations of fantasy or sci-fi or historical fiction or samurai movies, but just once it would be nice to read a romance that didn't reinforce traditional gender norms and roles, even while it's trying to tell me that it's up to date and empowering and feminist because the heroine has a high-powered career. (And mind you, I don't consider myself a feminist, but even so, a lot of the subtext in these novels makes it seem as though the heroine is only pursuing her high-powered career until she meets Mr Tall Dark Stereotype and they get married and she starts crankin' out the babies. Because love isn't complete without marriage and babies, y'all.)

Dude, if I had written this novel, which has an OH NOES UNEXPECTED PREGNANCY subplot, the hero would be all, "Look, if you decide to keep the baby, I'm more than willing to pay child support and be an involved father. But it's up to you to decide what you want to do about this, and I'll support you in whatever your decision is." Because to me, that's a lot more fuckin' sexy than the actual unsubtle harangue that appears in the book. Granted, I might feel very differently about it if I were pro-life.

Why do I read romance on occasion? For the lulz, and in the hope that I may actually find a book or two that's worth a re-read.

Also, because public shame is a big motivator for me:
One final cut, I swear )

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