*brutusmaaaaaaaaaowr*

[verbicide]

I am so oddly fatigued. Bleh.

Jeff had to help a friend at lunch, so no lunchtime fun. Mowr. And he's still not back, so I hope everything's okay.

I don't want to work. I just want to read this new thing the guy at Arcane Comics recommended. I'd heard of it before and I felt like trying something new. It's called Y: The Last Man and it's pretty good so far.

Also, the new SiP was in and it was freaking hilarious. Now that was a good issue. Entertaining without making me aggravated.

It needs to be 5:30 right now, dammit. Then I can hustle over to meet Sarah downtown where we can gorge on our respective literary obsessions and then meet group of people for moviefun. Yay for Jodie Foster. And Jeff says he might be able to go see A History of Violence on Saturday. He said NPR was giving it a raving review, which is exciting.

I wish I didn't feel so blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I want so very much to be at home in bed with kitty and book and good lighting and cocoa.

Comments

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

I hope to start Fables tonight. Also, I suspect I'm a lot more easily amused than you are. You seem to have tastes and standards and shit :)

And I'm curious, how does reading have deadlines? Oh! You have a bookclub, right? I used to be awful with my deadlines and finally had to break the book up into 50-page increments, count back from the 'deadline' and make myself read 50-pages a night from the latest point in. Sad, huh? It's the only way I was going to get through Hotel New Hampshire.

[greyaenigma.livejournal.com]

Well, I do have tastes and standards, but I also have some horrible movies that are terrible guilty pleasures. Cronenberg sometimes falls in this category. Mostly, I'm just resistant to hype -- while it's more likely to make me watch or read something, it's also a turn-off if it doesn't live up to that. Among some of my friends, there's this perception that I love everything -- because I don't just hate everything, as they do. So it's a matter of perspective.

Yep, book club. I'm glad for it, not just because I get to see my friends more and discuss books I wouldn't have read otherwise, but the monthly schedule and my refusal to give up on my own choice of books has gotten my into a two-book-a-month groove, which is good. Unfortuntely, I this means I usually have to cram during the last week, which I'm going to have to do again. I'm glad it's a short book written for English speakers this time. I'd invite you, but you're all those miles away.

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

No, it's true. Hype can really destroy a nice little whatever. Which is why it makes me leary, and will often disappoint if I've bought into it.

And thanks for the thought, but I wasn't able to keep up with my own bookclub and it disbanded many months ago.

Someday I'd like to try again!