Woe! For I am cranky. A number of things are making me cranky, actually. For ease of reading I have compiled them into a list.
1. I bought a Kindle Fire today, for no discernible reason. I have an iPad. My room mate has been berating me all night, first via text message, then in the car, and the rest of the evening through stern, bemused looks. I don't know, what can I tell you. The shiny has been calling to me for a WHILE. Let's try not to think of it as me being ridiculous right
now. Instead, concentrate on how strong I was not to buy it before!
2. I am two days into my new job, and suddenly, instead of writing deathless prose about how not to fuck up on twitter and cute little pieces about how to improve your heart health, they expect me to do actual work. Like. WORK. You know!? Suddenly my serene cube is not quite so serene. There's PAPER in it. Paper, with big black clippies holding it together!
3. I have this new Kindle Fire coming, but sadly, all books are suddenly bad. I don't know what happened. Is it
age? Am I just too old for everything being written now? All I want is a book with an actual story in it, in the sci-fi or fantasy or horror genre -- a story which is not merely the stage upon which some plucky smart-ass heroine runs around trying to choose between supernatural boyfriends. It is
maddening how many books of this nature you have to wade through to find one single book that is about the actual story, and then once you do find this rare gem of a book, upon opening it you find that it is boring or badly written. Or both.
Don't get me wrong, I am no critic of romance as a genre - I love the stuff, particularly if it comes with old English manors and ... old English manners. But of plucky smart-ass heroines and their tattoos and leather pants and werewolf demon angel vampire ghost wizard warlock boyfriends I have had
enough, okay? Get thee behind me, Charlaine Harris! I am over you and your wannabes in particular. I just want a book in which somebody gets EATEN, okay? And when that happens I want it to be about the eating, not about whose hairy or undead arms the protagoine falls into after she witnesses it.
(I know, I have ranted this rant before. But it's STILL HAPPENING. Stephen King is hit or miss these days, I'm totally up to date on Temeraire, and
I finished The Serpent Sea mere minutes after it came out (and if you haven't read The Cloud Roads and The Serpent Sea yet, omg, what are you still doing here? GO!)In other words, book recs appreciated. *kof* kthxbai.
4. I rented Apollo 18 the other night because I had heard it was decently scary and it turned out to be about
( ZOMG! ) Ugh. I did not approve. By which I mean I have a PHOBIA. No more of that. Thank you.
Here, though, are a few things NOT making me cranky:
1) Supernatural, which is still so much of the awesome I can't handle it. Honestly, I have just had to come to terms with the fact that I'm broken where it comes to this show. Sam and Dean could spend the entire episode kicking puppies and I'd be happy as long as they explored their feelings about it together afterward. But in particular, the last two episodes have made me happy, with their teasing and banter and saving of each other and just generally being together and happy about that even if they're miserable about everything else. YAY SHOW!
2) White Collar, which is suddenly the Season of My Utter Happiness and Joy. They have not done a single thing I don't like in SUCH a long time. I love them ALL. I am like. I am FIZZING with happy over how this show is going.
3) Justified, which is still bringing so much crazy I can't even. I think what I love best about this show is that underneath all the other things it's about, it is MOSTLY about the burden of being smart while surrounded by stupid. I think this is a burden everybody in eyeshot of my flist has labored under at some point, so you can understand how brilliant it is to watch a show where there are like majorly smart good guys and majorly smart bad guys who spend a big chunk of their time commiserating with each other about how stupid everybody else in town is. (Not to mention watching Raylan and Boyd have a simple conversation leaning against a bar is hotter than watching any two other people fuck. I'm just SAYING.)
4) Person of Interest, the sleeper joy of my Thursday nights. I saw the previews for this show and was like, whatever, those guys are not even hot! (*kof* I never pretended to any great depth in my viewing choices, thank you very much.) But
dorinda taught me the error of my ways when she was visiting a few weeks ago, and oh, oh, it makes me SO VERY HAPPY to watch Reese and Finch tapdance around each other and depend on each other and be THEM against the world, each so brilliant in their totally opposite ways and so very alone until they found each other. It is AWESOME.
I never know how to end a post when I am done rambling on. Um. THE END!