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Thursday, 12 March 2009

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    The City of Splendors (The Cities)
    By Ed Greenwood, Elaine Cunningham
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    Schtuff


    Current mood:  exhausted
    I don't know what's come over me lately, but my bout of nostalgia, which started with buying a plethora of Tamagotchi, has continued. Now I have an army of treasure trolls all grinning at me from various points in my room.   I should probably be worried. Still, I think it kind of works with the whole obnoxiously brightly colored theme I have going, so ah well. I love ebay. :)
    I'm glad I have that much going for me, at the very least. so far this week pretty much blows.  My blue rat, Newton, passed away the other day. I miss him so much. He was the sweetest, cutest most well behaved rat since wembley.. I knew it was coming, he was getting up there in rat years. still.  I went from 13 rats at the beginning of last year, most of them rescues and adults admittedly, to four now.  I'm not sure what I'm going to do when the rest of them have passed. Mom says I should get another snake. That doesn't actually sound ike a bad idea. Maybe a kingsnake this time. Who knows? I'd like to get malingo a bigger, fancier Terrarium too. One of those big numbers on a wooden stand with the cabinets in it. Something I can go nuts decorating. Of course, if I get another snake, I'd do that for him/her too. :P I spoil my pets. that's just the way it is.
     
    Had my appointment at the Dialysis clinic today. Ugh. I am so gad that's over. Labs were relatively easy and my meeting with Dr.Fox was pretty painless. I've never really had a problem with him. It was this stupid 'assesment' that came afterwards that was like pulling teeth. They sat there and asked a shit ton of questions they should have already had the answeres to and ket bringing up what happened at my couple of stints to the er. They tried to say I should ahve gone to them first and wound up contradicting themselves not even a minute later by saying 'that kind of thing needs more direct medical attention'. No shit. that's why I went to the er instead of them.
     
    So I'm going to de-stress by cleaning my room and finding a better place for all these trolls. Preferably a place with spots open for two more of the little guys. Again, I love ebay. six trolls, five bucks. free shipping. Can't beat that with a cricket bat. After all that is taken care of, it's time for cookies. or ice cream. or both, I dunno. Either way, tonight is for relaxing. Tomorrow, I hang out with Candice. Wewt!

Wednesday, 04 February 2009

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    Ed Gein: The Butcher of Plainfield
    By Kane Hodder, Adrienne Frantz, Michael Berryman, Priscilla Barnes, Shawn Hoffman
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    Much love for Mr.Stephen King, for truly his is the voice of wisdom

    Or "My Twilight Rant Now Feels Valid Because I have Stephen King on My Side"

    Yes, that's right kiddies. I'm going to kill time, mine and yours, with my long awaited Twilight rant, in its entirety. But first:

    LOS ANGELES, Calif. -- Stephen King's opinion may drive a stake through the heart of "Twilight" author, Stephenie Meyer.

    In an interview with USA Weekend, the bestselling author compared Meyer with J.K. Rowling , the author of the Harry Potter series.

    King, whose Stephen King Goes to the Movies collection came out last week, doesn’t know how much of an influence he had on Meyer, but he does know that Rowling read his stuff when she was younger. "I think that has some kind of formative influence the same way reading Richard Matheson had an influence on me," King explains. "People always say to me, 'Well, what about H.P. Lovecraft?' And the thing was, you read Lovecraft when you were a kid but I never felt that he was speaking my language. It was chillier than my heart was, and when Matheson started to write about ordinary people and stuff, that was something that I wanted to do. I said, 'This is the way to do it. He’s showing the way.' I think that I serve that purpose for some writers, and that’s a good thing. Both Rowling and Meyer, they’re speaking directly to young people. ... The real difference is that Jo Rowling is a terrific writer and Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good."

    But then King recalls that when his mom was alive, she read all the Erle Stanley Gardner books, the Perry Mason mysteries, obsessively when he was growing up. "He was a terrible writer, too, but he was very successful," King says. "Somebody who’s a terrific writer who’s been very, very successful is Jodi Picoult. You’ve got Dean Koontz, who can write like hell. And then sometimes he’s just awful. It varies. James Patterson is a terrible writer but he’s very very successful. People are attracted by the stories, by the pace and in the case of Stephenie Meyer, it’s very clear that she’s writing to a whole generation of girls and opening up kind of a safe joining of love and sex in those books. It’s exciting and it’s thrilling and it's not particularly threatening because they’re not overtly sexual. A lot of the physical side of it is conveyed in things like the vampire will touch her forearm or run a hand over skin, and she just flushes all hot and cold. And for girls, that’s a shorthand for all the feelings that they’re not ready to deal with yet."



    That. That right there made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Also, it made me realise, that with the Serial Killer/Horror kick I'm on, I should go and read Pet Semetary again.




    I'm going to come right out and admit this from the get-go, just so there can be no finger pointing and taunting later. I openly admit I enjoyed the series. It's a quick, easy read, a nice way to relax the brain. It's the kind of stuff I'd read in a bubble bath with some chocoaltes and scented candles and junk. It has it's good points. (And, since they're so few, I'm going to start off with those) Bella, our 'heroine' (pun not intended, heh) reminds all of us ultra femmnists that there is nothing wrong with wanting to be a stay at home mom. That is every woman's perogative. That's the beauty of equal rights. We can CHOOSE wether or not we want to do one thing, the other, or both. I do like that its a romance for teens and there doesn't have to be any actual sex for there to be sensual moments, and there are lots of them. Lots and lots and lots. (to the point of inducing nausia, but we're talking good points at the moment.)

    The vampires each have a really interesting backstory. Seriously, Carlisle's is the stuff of horror movie classics. Alice could have her own suspense thriller. Hell, Even Jasper, the old fashioned civil war soldier, could tell a few cool antecdotes. Esme and Rosalie and Emmet, their stories are pretty emotionally poignent as well.

    Now. My gripes.

    Her writing style itself isn't so bad. She seems to be trying to convey how a teenage girl thinks. Unfortunately, she fails. Epicly. First of all, when Bella makes a snarky comment, she doesn't have to explain it to us by adding the thought "Heavy sarcasm". Its not only a sentance fragment, but it also implies that we, the reader, are too stupid to understand her poor use of sarcasm. Also, one moment Bella's inner monologue is perfectly average, the next moment she's suddenly using her 'enormous' vocabulary to bewilder her school mates with apparantly unfathomoable words like Mysogonistic. Seriously? That's not making Bella look either smart or making her seem easy to relate to. It just makes her classmates look like morons for not knowing what it means. Honestly, Bella is so bland as to have pretty much no existing personality of her own. She's a placeholder so that every prepubescant girl and sexually frustraited soccer mom can insert herself into this self indulgent mary sue fantasy. Sure, she has 'quirks'. She's clumsy so I guess that makes her endearing, relatable and human and blah blah blah. It doesn't fit. She's apparantly insanely smart and pretty and clumsy and...what? What else? Jeez man! Flan has more personality than Bella! Also, I can't help but laugh at the irony of Bella talking about wether or not Ol' Billy Shakespear was treating his femeale characters in a mysoginistic fashon when the entirety of Twilight itself is one huge trip down mysogonist road.



    Then there's Edward, who also has little to no personality, unless you count all the damn signs of a stalker/serial killer/abusive boyfriend. Ooooh! But he's sooooo HOT! Yeah. And? We know he's hot and and oh! Musical! And perfect! And GLORIOUS! My dear sweet god in heaven, if I hear that word used by anoyone but Eddie Izzard ever again I swear I will projectile vomit at the speaker. Anyway, back to beautiful, perfect, musical, BLAND, serial rapist/killer/stalker, Edward OMFG Cullen. He constantly tells Bella what to do, where to go, how to think. He makes fun of her, he forcibly drags her to his car when he first drives her home. He disregards the fact that his fast driving scares her until he's reminded of the possibility that if they crashed, he could walk away and she's be road pizza. That's such loving behavior, isn't it? SO romantic! He follows her on a shopping trip with her friends. He sneaks into her room to watch her sleep BEFORE he even begons to actually talk to her. THAT'S FUCKING CREEPY! He openly admits to having killed people. Do I really need to continue? Everything about him is a read flag that screams WIFE BEATER! SERIAL KILLER! STALKER! RAPIST! None of that is even the least bit romantic. But all is forgiven because he LOVES HER WITH ALL HIS UNDEAD SOUL! Yeah. lets not even get into the implied necrophilia there, mkay?

    Oh, and the 'love' the two of them share? Obviously more obsession than love. not healthy at all. When Edward dumps Bella, there are pages of..wait for it...wait for it...nothing! Yeah. Blank pages. Because HE WAS HER LIFE OMG! Are you fucking kidding me? Her high school boyfriend, who's only merits are his musical talent, his hawtness and complete lack of any personality, leaves her and it's the end of the world? Really? Please. I dated my first bf for two years. He dumped me sometime between sophmore and junior year because I wouldn't have sex with him. Yeah, it sucked, and I cried a lot, but I wasn't a fucking zombie for six months! I didn't display suicidal behavior so I could hallucinate and hear his voice telling me how stupid I am. I got over it. I dated other guys! You know what usually happenes to people who marry their high school boyfriend, nevermind their first boyfriend? Divorce. Murder. Infidelity. Sometimes they do live happily ever after, but that's about as likely as getting the chance to have a one night stand with Johnny Depp, kay sweety?

    And, what about the other characters? Carlisle and Esme? Alice, Jasper, Rosali and , Emmet? Charlie? Jacob and Billy Black? Totally fridged. You get a tiny little taste of how freaking cool they are, how each of them could carry their own book with their backstories and legends and stuff. But no. They're all there as props to make Bella see how good she is for Edward and how happy she makes him and how much everyone loves her and cares about her safety and blah blah blah. Seriously? I want to hear more about Carlisle, the guy who was around in the time of vampire hunts and werewolves and witch burnings, of how he lead a mob after some vampires but got turned himself, of his struggle with his vampiric nature, how he became a suegeon and all that. A vampire who battles himself and becomes a suergeon to save the people he's supposed to kill. Now THAT is a story that is not only bound to be interesting scientifically, but the whole first half will be filled with ACTION and sandwiched in all of it is the angst that every little emo teenage girl loves. Also, Carlisle too is hot, so don't worry girls.

    Give me more real action. More mean Vampires, write the actual fight. Give me tactics, give me blood. Use the romance sparingly as a seasoning. It makes it that much better. Give me a consistant writing style. Try writing it in third person. PLEASE try writing in third person. You can convey so much more.

    But most of all, GIVE ME FANGIRLS WHO ARE LITERATE!

    Honestly people. If someone criticises Twilight, that's their right. Allow them their opinion. If you're going to oppose it, be intelligent. Enough of the all caps, of the "OMFG ur stoopid have you ever thot of treing makup loser?" When the only way you can think to defend your petty obsession is to attack the dissenter personally, attack something about them that has NOTHING to do with what you're defending, when you can't even spell or punctuate correctly, you should realise right there you have nothing to defend. If you can't come out and say things like, oh I don't know, "I liked that Stephanie Meyer used vampirism as a metaphor for teenage sexual urges." then You really should just sign off and go do your damn homework. Don't bitch at someone and say they don't get the 'consept' of Twilight. Don't say that it's deep just because the vampire 'loves' the heroine but has to struggle against biting her. If you've ever been exposed to vampire stories before you'd know that cliche is older than freaking Dracula! So grow the fuck up. If you like the books, fine. Good for you. Stop frothing at the mouth at someone because they have different tastes. It doesn't mean they have to taste, it just means it differs from yours. OH FUCKING WELL! Its not the end of the world if not everyone enjoys everything you do. That would be fucking boring.

    And just for the record, Twilight is not the only series out there. If you were introduced to reading through it and are looking at other stuff, AWESOME! Yes! That brings happy tears to my eyes! I love to see more young adults reading. If you re-read them over and over and refuse to broaden your horizons, I feel sorry for you. There are so many amazing stories and authors out there, so many that are even BETTER than Twilight. Stop limiting yourself. Don't be afraid, they wont bite. Give Holly Black a try. Check out Stephen King, or if you need more vampires, try Anne Rice. She has all the angst and romance of Twilight with far more sophisticated and chilling characters.

    Thank you, that's all for tonight. *Gets off soapbox*

Saturday, 24 January 2009

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    Elfsong (Forgotten Realms: Songs and Swords, Book 2)
    By Elaine Cunningham
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    Rambling

    So, it snowed again last night, which means I'm stuck inside with my cozy electric blanket rathar than traipsing around in the real world like I have been this past few days. In my defense, it was a good 70 degrees for once, so you can't really blame me for neglecting the interwebs a little bit.

    But anyway, it's fscking freezing again, so I've got some catching up to do.

    Dialysis is going pretty well. Had an appointment at the new clinic, which is only 10 min away rathar than 4, so that's cool I guess. My arm still got bruised to all hell because my nurse infiltrated the vein when she drew blood. Every fucking time. Ugh! She's the only one who does that too. The other three haven't infiltrated once. You'd think they'd at least give me a batman bandaid, but no. It's plain, 'flesh' colored and hurts like a sunuvabitch when it comes off. Also, it makes the bruise bigger and this really ugley mottled fuschia. It makes me look like a gorram drug addict. D: No wonder the moms at Wal Mart freak and pull their kids real close when I walk by. (Of course it's better than letting them run around unchecked and letting them trip me up like they usually do) Stupid human larvae.

    Apparantly my phospherous is still high too, so I'll have to not only start the alternagel again (which tasts freaking nasty) but I'll have to get another lecture from my nutritionist. She'll say the same old stuff like I'm an idiot and imply that I'm not trying hard enough and that I don't care and I'm not taking care of myself. After this I'll have to go find something to do to keep from feeling stupid, at least until the lecture power wares off.

    I haven't been sleeping very well lately. Like, at all. I've gotten maybe two to three hours a night for the past couple of months, so I talked to my nurses about it to see what the cause maybe was. (Aside from the cycler hurting when it drains me) Turns out, the majority of meds I'm on, from the ace inhibitors to the antidepressants, all cause not only drowsiness, but insomnia. So I'm tired as hell, but unable to sleep. It sucks. It sucks big monkey balls.
    So my nurse said she'd call my doctor and see if I could get prescribed some ambien or something. THAT turned out to be a fun process. I went home that day after being told she'd have it to me before thursday, along with my epogen. Come friday I still haven't heard back, so we stopped in and she had the epogen, but hadn't even talked to the doctor about the ambien. Turns out she...wait for it..forgot. yeah. That made me feel just so important. She called the doctor right then and got me the prescription in less than two min. Why couldn't she have just done that when I was in for my appointment on tues? Anyway, I got the ambien and slept all last night for the first time in forever. It. Was. Awesome!

    Anyway, that's all the 'important' stuff. On to to the nonesense!

    My tamagotchi are thriving. My vintage pair are both 8 days old, my v3s are each 6. So far so good. Still waiting for them to hit the adult stage, but the hearts in both hunger and happiness are full in all of them, as is the disciplin meter. They're all at the minimum weight for their ages, so that's good too. Hopefully the instructions I've been following for the vintage tamas will yeild the adult I was hoping for, the little guy pictured in my icon. *croses fingers* ihopesihopesihopes.

    So out of the tamas I kept (I gave a v3 to my friend Skye so we can goof off with them together when she's in the springs. Also gave a vintage, a v3 and a v2 to my brother) I have five. Three v3's and two vintage. I'll have six soon, seeing as how I have another vintage coming from ebay any day now. It's taking forever, though, because the seller is shipping it from Japan. Bummer. Also, I'm sure Ryan will give me his when the batteries die and he loses interest in them again. If that includes the vintage Tamagotchi Ocean I bought him for a late christmas present, I'll be back up to 10. Not the highest number of tamas I've owned, but a hefty ammount either way.

    I've had people give me a lot of shit for playing with Tamas and collecting so many, but you know what? I don't care. they're fun, cute and keep me busy in days like this. There are worse hobbies I could have. So what if I'm 23? People older than me have them. It doesn't hurt anyone. It's no different than someone my age reading comics or playing video games with an x-box or wii.

    People who ridicule others because of something so trivial often confuse me. It becomes not only an issue of maturity on both sides, but of social norms and acceptability I suppose. A 46 year old woman can collect barbies, but it's 'weird' for me to have Tamagotchi? Doesn't make sense to me. Besides, maturity is overrated. When people say mature they expect a certain image to go along with it, I think. Conservative (nonedescript?) clothes, a generic hairstyle, a steady job, a place to live etc etc. Its as if yoou reach a certain age and BAM you're too old to have fun anymore because it's 'immature'. Dancing in public? Immature. Fun clothes and weird hair? immature. Still collecting 'toys'? Immature. Tattoos and peircings? Whoa buddy! Having those means you're not only imature and irresponsible, but a drug using, booze swilling bad infulence who will corrupt children and steal everything that isn't nailed down. it means you're uneducated and amoral to boot. Right? Right? You're probably a pregant teen or a loser with stds.

    You'd think by now that kind of stereotyping would have died out, but it's still alive and well. People still cross the street to avoid me when I'm on my walks, but I've proven time and again I can be mature when the situation calls for it. I've held jobs for years. I've made employee of the month with each job I've held. I've never once been fired. I've had my own place, I've stuck to a budget and did well for myself. Even now, with kidney failure kind of making things a drag, I can manage my appointments, get my own prescriptions filled, do my own dialysis, administer my own injections. I've had the common sense to step up and admit when there were problems and took the steps to better my situation. Fuck, I've even written a gorram novel!

    But I play with toys designed for middle schoolers, so I'm immature. I read comics, watch cartoons and play D&D. I have tattoos and short pink hair. I'm a bad person.

    HA! You're just jealous because I've figured out how to be successful, responsible and still have FUN without resorting to booze or drugs. I have and you have not. That's where all the ridicule really comes from. That's why I've been told it's immature and sociall unaceptable. As far as I'm concerned, John Melloncamp said it best: Growing up leads to growing old and then to dyin', and dyin' to me don't sound like all that much fun.

Friday, 02 January 2009

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    Sacrifice of the Widow (Forgotten Realms: The Lady Penitent, Book 1)
    By Lisa Smedman
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    stuff and things

    So today was pretty sweet. Slept in till around noon, which is always awesome, took a nice long walk down to Wal mart for my montly allowance of junk food. It was almost 60 degrees too, absolutely beautiful out.

    Helped the youngest brother unit clean his room. You can see the floor now and everything. After this I proceeded to ecxavate my own room. I went through my closet and got rid of a bunch of junk, hung up my clothes, filed some papers, the whole nine yards.

    I'm now in the process of putting together another bookcase so I can finally organize my private library.

    Also, I'm starting from scratch on that Elaith portrait. The photorealism isn't really my style, and it wasn't turning out in any way acceptable, much less...well..good. So, I'm going for more of an illustration feel. We'll see how this one turns out, shall we? I'm using a sort of dusky perriwinkle as the background, something that'll make him stand out a little more. I just hope it doesn't look too..well.."nice". I mean, if he were to comission a portrait, I doubt he'd want colors that scream "sneaky crime lord bastard" right? Anyway, if this doesn't work, I'll just try again.

    Well, back to the canvas!

Friday, 07 November 2008

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    Music from "The Elder"
    By Kiss
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    NaNoWriMo, Day 7

    NaNoWriMo
    So Its day 7 of NaNoWriMo and I am waaaaaaaay behind in my word count. *cries* still, the violence I squished in there earlier helped and I've finally hit the 6000 word mark. I've found the perfect writing soundtrack (KISS, Music from the Elder. who'da thunk it?) and gathered together a shit ton of candles, which, oddly enough have helped me a lot. Bunch em up on my desk, light em and turn off the other lights in my room and now I'm on a roll :) I guess it all comes down to mood. Lets see, lets see, what else is there. I got my coffee, my pop tarts, candles, soundtrack and the word count is climbing with the body count. I may hit the 15,000 mark before the end of the weekend after all :) till then!

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  • I love to write, read, paint and sing (though I'm less than skilled at the last one) I have ten pet rats and a comic collection nothing short of epic. I am the queen of the nerds, collecting everything from fantasy novels,( My favorite authors include R.A Salvitore,Elaine Cunningham, Holly Black, CLive Barker, and J.K Rowling) D&D dice and weaponry(My Drizzt scimitars should be here any day now) to comics and Magic The Gathering. I'm a solitary witch and have been practicing my craft for eight years. I perform several different kinds of divination, including Tarot, Palmistry and Crystal Gazing. I'm energetic, eccentric, and always interested in making new friends :) send me a message, I'd love to hear from you.

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  • Of course I'd get the blue screen of death the second day of NaNoWriMo. :(
  • Still wide awake and  I'm so worried about keeping characterisation consistant it isn't even funny. I want to do Elaith justice.
  • Why is it no one else is on when I am? Guh for being nocturnal. I could really use someone to bounce ideas off of. Oh well.

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