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Also I am on Tumblr now|
I am Okayto
. Find me. There are the normal Tumblr-y things of gifs, which I basically use all the time since I installed the GIF keyboard on my phone, but also stuff from working in the library.
And also Gravity Falls, because that show is the BOMB DIGGETY.
Oh my gosh do I love LJ. It's good to be back. Hopefully I'll stay back this time.
Out of curiosity, I checked my last actual entry: 2014 resolutions. How did I do?
*Move from creepy house DONE. Moved into apartment, and now a different apartment. This is a better apartment, as evidenced by the BUILT-IN BOOKCASE.
*Visit one new restaurant a month. Chains are fair game, as long as I've never been to any of their locations before. Groupon/Living Social/deal-inspired visits are also fair. Pretty sure I failed, but it lives on in spirit. I make an effort to try new places--there are a lot of small middle eastern (?) places around. I also finally visited this tiny taco place I'd been driving past for like 7 years. Still not brave enough to try any of their organ meats, though.
*Stand up to doctor when she orders more blood tests because they're stupid expensive, nothing's going to change, and it's not important. ...No clue. I've just kinda avoided the doctor. In other news, I don't have a strong need for ADHD meds right now, which is great.
*Do not complain about being a bridesmaid to the bride, who is really being considerate. Remember that my problems are more with the ideas behind the wedding industry as a whole. DONE. Actually my bridesmaid duties mostly involved 1) buying and wearing a dress and shoes, 2) helping set up for the small wedding, 3) hanging out with the bride. She was great and set a good example if I ever get married.
*Watch the U.S. men's team lose badly in the World Cup They actually didn't lose too badly. AND IN 2015 THE WOMEN WON WHICH IS MORE EXCITING.
*Do something art-ish. Anything. A comic, quilled paper, sketching, anything. I haven't done anything since graduating. FAIL. Still working on this. Bought a calendar where I have to color each month's picture, and bought one of those swanky new adult coloring books (drawn by my art professor! Heroines of the Old Testament!), so moving in that direction.
*Find better way to track finances. I don't know what I was doing before. I still don't put receipts to use, but I keep track via my bank's app, so...done?
*Give away prom dresses on Freecycle or something to make some other girl happy My orange princess dress disappeared at some point in 2014, so I assume this happened.
*Transfer all junk from old computer to new. THIS DIDN'T HAPPEN. THIS STILL NEEDS TO HAPPEN. AUGH.
Resolutions I Would Like To Make But Won't Set In Stone Because There's a Very Good Chance They Are Unrealistic
*Re-join actively Livejournal/add Dreamwidth into the mix. (Reason Why Unrealistic: I fail and life/internet balance. Or, more accurately, I fail at work/sleep/remembering to eat balance, and everything past those three is just one more thing I have difficulty with. Actually, make than everything past work and sleep. I forget to eat sometimes, too.)
*Watch the U.S. men's team win something or not lose badly. (Reason Why Unrealistic: U.S. men's soccer team on a world stage. Duh.) OBVIOUS FAIL
*Renovate and restart blog. (Reason Why Unrealistic: I fail at work/sleep/everything balance, and the...effort, I guess?...required to keep myself organized or on task or work or something apparently sucks out any creativity. I mean, I stopped reading for approximately 3.5 months when work got busy, and I'm an hourly employee, so it's not like I didn't have time. I was just so drained I couldn't do anything but exist.) DEFINITE FAIL
*Make new icons for LJ (Reason Why Unrealistic: See above.) FAILURE OF FAILNESS
Random tidbit: this was waiting to be restored when I went to post a new entry. Roughly 2 years old.|
//(Why didn't I finish this two years ago? We'll never know.)//
I finalized my bridesmaid dress today, which was good. The bride is one of my best friends from college, and we're all picking out different-styles dresses of the same color. If anyone ever has to go to David's Bridal in the future, beware: the employees tend to attach themselves to you like leeches. If you tell them you want to do this yourself, they only sometimes listen.
Very Important Announcement|
Hear ye, hear ye, in case you did not know, THE SING-OFF IS BACK.
And it's absolutely amazing. There is a classic old doo-wop group singing One Direction.
Why you are not watching this, I cannot fathom.
Relatedly, I commandeer the living room and television - I was able to get our antenna working so we get free over-the-air broadcasts - every time it's on, roommates be darned.
As a precaution, I am now scouring the internet for sarcastic quips|
Guitar Girl the roommate goes to pick up our weekly farm share of mostly delicious fresh food and the okra they also stick in there.
Farmer John: Guitar Girl, are you okay today?
Guitar Girl, who has felt low-grade ick/blah for the last year: I guess I'm doing okay. I'm a little bit nauseous.
Farmer John: Well, maybe you're pregnant.
There are many appropriate things to reply, Farmer John. That was not one of them.
WORLD OF LJ I MISS YOU|
"Well, it sure took someone a while to hear from God."
"Really, God changed his mind from what he told you fifteen minutes ago?"
Bahahaha. My roommate, like me, works in a Christian educational institution
unlike me, she can wear pants and brings home good quotes from the office.
On a related topic voting for a new General Superintendent (the GS are kinda a board of directors or something for my denomination) took for-freaking-ever. Like, 53 ballots/voting rounds worth of forever. (I didn't vote, this was a delegates-from-around-the-world-who-convene-every-4-years kinda thing. I should explain my church sometime so this makes sense.)
You know how awesome I am? My birthday is 10/11/12, THAT'S how awesome I am.|
So today has been fine. And I've gotten some things accomplished tonight. And I've notified the freaking paper that yet again I have not received it for the past three days. And I gave my sister the address of the restaurant we're going on Saturday for my birthday celebration (also: is my birthday not the most awesome this year? IT IS AWESOME).
And then I realized Jasper Fforde has TWO NEW BOOKS that have been released and I'm suddenly jumpy and possessed with the desire to ransack the nearest bookstore because Jasper Fforde books, people.
And his book tour is not coming to Nashville because it hates me. Boo. So I will console myself with Eoin Colfer, who was probably much funnier in person anyway, so there.
I have a bed! that is, a bed frame for my mattress so my bed is now complete! Which means I can store things under it and possibly clear a path so my roommate doesn't have to pole-vault to the door!
At work, my bosses tell me I'm doing an excellent job, which is good because I kinda feel like I have no clue what I'm doing. Which mostly means that I do not, indeed, know what I'm doing. But apparently I'm really good at not knowing what I'm doing, because they keep giving me new stuff to not know and I haven't caused anything to explode yet.
Also, I have a problem, and it is not having consistent time to read, which means I go through periods where I have too many things checked out and then pay overdue fines (new Kaytland record: $14.70), and then there's times like now when I've exhausted everything and can't get to the library.
And then there're times when I could be reading but giggle at things on Youtube instead. Like basically anything by Jordan Taylor.
It also distracts me from the school paper, which my sister picked up for me. In an article on the counseling center, with the word "counseling" in there all over the place, plus its logo with the word "counseling" in it, plus a pullout with information at the end containing the word "counseling"...the giant headline declares it "Counceling."
...Or the yearbook, which has two full pages on the magician from an event last year and named him "Henry Cho"...a comedian who visited in 2009. Guys, I love that school, but I just kind want to take a red pen to everything produced by students for mass consumption.
I don't know what it is, but my creativity disappears the moment I get home from work. And not just creativity, but...interest in things I like. Not the warning-this-might-be-a-symptom-of-somet
hing-more-serious kind of disinterest, just a combination of no motivation and not finding...anything interesting. Weird. And annoying because there is stuff I need to get done
I am, as I usually do, rationalizing this as part of "Kayt's Transition Time," wherein I'm still figuring out how to be a real adult. Mentally, I have assigned the turning point when:
1) my bedroom is entirely put away
2) I have and use a simple tracking method for budgeting (i.e., "start a spreadsheet and actually keep it updated")
3) I schedule-ish meals and actually cook them, for both/either dinner and (leftovers) lunch.
I refuse to make any estimates as to when this will happen (according to Delivered From Distraction
, I have "a tendency to underestimate the time it takes to complete a task or get to a destination," so this is me pretending not to do that), but I'm making progress.
My bedroom is actually a bonus room (that was apparently billed as a 3rd bedroom when the house was being advertised) that I'm sharing with another girl, so there's no closet whatsoever. I bought a mattress and a wardrobe (Big Lots! You are much better than your name implies!). Between that and the two shelving units (this
over-bed thing and this
that we used in the dorms), I have all my clothes unpacked, but a lot of stuff has nowhere, physically, to go. I ordered a bed frame and slats from Ikea, so when that arrives (coupled with the bed risers I still own) I can store things under my bed. Unfortunately furniture is expensive ROYGIBIV I have spent so much money
. I know it's not a recurring thing, but dang.
The budgeting...right now, it really is just trying to find the best way to trick my brain into actually using a system. I've tried multiple approaches to tracking money, and nothing sticks. Obviously, this is something that *has* to be done, so I'm trying to find something. Realizing I get mentally overwhelmed at visual clutter, I'm looking for a new purse. Mine is lovely, but if I can get one that's a little bigger with just as many pockets (read: lots), I think that might be the trick for keeping receipts and either recording them each day, or having something to record purchases as they happen.
I'm working on the meals thing. I'm doing my best to avoid premade things, which doesn't work, but I haven't eaten ramen since I graduated. Only because my roommates leave stuff on the stove, though, and I've eaten Walmart-brand frozen chicken nuggets and my lunch at work today was taking a can of chicken noodle soup and microwaving it and water in a tupperware, so yeah. We're also in the process of cleaning out the kitchen (read: former housemates' items), so space is also an issue.
Speaking of food: I went shopping for some long-overdue fresh fruit at Walmart yesterday. I'd thrown on an oversize t-shirt and generic shorts--nothing near "People of Walmart," but, you know, nothing interesting. As I'm examining bell peppers, a nearby guy starts talking to me. You know: friendly, mindless chat with someone for only the duration you're with a few feet of each other. It happens frequently (and indeed, happened earlier in my trip with a similarly-aged guy), so I don't think any of it at first.
Until he keeps talking, and asks if I have plans after I'm done shopping (...at 8:40 pm?), and if he could have my number. And, after a startled and awkward 'no,' if he could give me his just in case I wanted to call him in a few weeks or something.
(Which is several more exchanges of "...no, no, really, it wouldn't happen.")
You may remember that while I was in Germany, I was apparently very attractive to creepers
. While I won't call him a creeper because he was, at least, very friendly and seemed, at least, genuine...he was still a man in his late 50s trying to pick up a girl who can't look more than her mid-twenties.*
And you know, he has a house right down the way, and he's a bachelor! And really nice and he'll treat me right! And he'll let me go, but his daddy always said that if you saw something you liked, you gotta try your best. And you have a real pretty smile!
So he finally let me go, but then I had to putter around and inspect bananas because he was hovering by the fruit I actually wanted, because he was actually shopping too but I really
didn't want to open myself up to conversation again.
So I spent the rest of the night feeling kinda flattered because hey, I like my smile, and then guilty about that, all with a leftover tinge of creepiness. But not guilt about turning him down, because no
. And then pride at not feeling guilt because sometimes my brain isn't rational and it was a possibility.
*(Admittedly, I'm not sure exactly how old I look, due to the world assuming my younger cousins/sisters were my children, and my father my husband, since roughly the age of 13. But that's been happening less so I think it's almost even between looks/real age now.)
It's like they didn't realize that the internet, well, works.|
You know, I don't care how
much NBC paid, you'd think that with so many more people forgoing TV altogether in favor of internet streaming, they'd find a better way of doing things than "you can only stream it live if you have bought a cable tv package that includes these other channels of ours."
Newsflash, NBC: If I had a TV that got your channels, I would not care about streaming it live on my laptop.
Relevant because Kayt loooves the Olympics, and in two days is moving into a house that does not include cable. My goal is to see if I can hook up their TV and get the basic free channels so there'll be at least one NBC channel I can watch and that should have a lot of the major events, but it's doubtful.
Now, since I am working full-time (did I mention that? More on that later when I actually figure out what I'm doing) it really shouldn't matter; EDIT I was originally about to say it looks like NBC's Olympic website will have full event replays so I could still watch my favorites. However, the article I read
that quotes directly from their FAQ is now inaccurate: when I clicked the link to see the FAQ, any and all references to full event replays were gone, and when they were referenced it was with live streaming, i.e., Thou Must Already Subscribe To Cable. Another article
also makes reference to the same idea that is not not supported anywhere I can find on NBC's official website.
Right. So now, apparently, unless things change I will have no way to see any full Olympic event unless I go somewhere with a TV, live or not. This just doesn't make sense. Stream replays and insert commercials or something, but I can't imagine this is a good strategy. If only people who already have cable can access streaming, they won't make any more money from them, and I seriously doubt that anyone is going to buy a cable package solely to watch the Olympics, TV or streaming.
In short: this is a HUGE, major world event, it's barely started and NBC is already completely
bombing any way of handling it. Normally I ignore people who post on corporations' FB pages, because someone is always going to have problems. But the people who are posting on NBC's are all pretty dead-on this time, especially with regarding commentary during the opening ceremony. I understand the need for commercial breaks, but really? "What should we talk about as each nation comes in?" "Well, they're not America, so let's make really tasteless references to political situations! No one cares, right?"
Right, okay, so, Eoin Colfer. THE BEST EVAR.|
So, remember my post a bit ago
about how Eoin Colfer (pronounced "Owen," BTW), author of the Artemis Fowl
books, was going to be at my library? IT WAS EVEN BETTER THAN I EXPECTED.
Granted, I didn't know what to expect. The library has these "Salon 615" things where authors come in and talk (Maggie Stiefvater of lots-of-YA-hits and Erin Morganstern of The Night Circus
are two others I remember hearing about), but there's never been an author I cared about. But Colfer! AF was (and still is) one of my favorite series, so I figured that no matter what, I'd go and get a book signed.
There were probably 100-150 people there, which mostly filled the auditorium we were in. I was glad to see I wasn't the only person who was college-aged or older. Far from it, actually, though the average attendee was probably about 15ish. Evenly split between girls and guys. Almost everyone was holding a copy of an AF book, and there was a table set up outside where you could buy them, too.
Colfer started his talk with "8 books in 8 minutes" [ish], wherein he and two teens playing (a suspiciously good) Artemis and Holly summarized each of the books, save for the last "because I want you to have to buy it." At the end, he answered questions for maybe fifteen minutes (not a lot, due to the very nice and long, entertaining answers). But the bulk of the talk was him sort of talking about his life.
He's one of five (!!!) boys and apparently his dad is the one who started telling fantasy tales, but there wasn't a whole lot related to the actual books. Which absolutely NO ONE cared about because Eoin Colfer is flat-out hilarious.
Unfortunately, my attempts to recreate his stories will only end in unfunny failure and probably cause you to vow to never hear this man speak
, which would be a big mistake.
HOWEVER, I did find, on Youtube, a few clips where some of the stories he told show up. Starting around 3:40, we were treated to this story about his youngest son, Sean. (Fun fact: Beckett and Myles were based on Colfer's sons. Also, I'm really really
glad I don't have brothers.)
Or this one, which had me laughing so hard I was crying.
(It's not that long if you listen, and it's funny, I promise!)
Colfer is also a big believer in reading lots of things, and The Princess Bride
was one of his influences because it was fantasy, but it was funny
and not all quest-y and serious like 90% of fantasy novels. But, he says, the problem is that boys just won't read anything a title that says Princess
. Or Bride
. And we were treated to several funny stories involving him and books.Eoin Colfer's strategy to get a man to read a good book with an unmanly title:
1. Find your good book, that you know your [husband/whatever] will love, but it has a bad title, like Death of a Pony.
2. Take a sticky note and place it over the book's title, because men don't notice things.
3. On the sticky note, write a manly title. It doesn't have to make sense, it just has to have manly keywords, like Motorcycle Lifeguard Explosion Chainsaw.
Your man will get so excited because "It's a MOTORCYCLE and there's a LIFEGUARD and THIS IS EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED TO READ."
4. Come back twenty minutes later and he will be totally wrapped up in the book and crying because "there's no motorcycle AND THE PONY DIED."
Afterward, the entire auditorium lined up for the book signing (2 books per person, though you are welcome to go back to the end of the line after that if you have more. I decided to splurge and buy the last book (hardcover! New! Yay!) because I can
, with the end result that I was second-to-last. It took over an hour to go through, but it was okay because I struck up a conversation with the daughter (11th grade) and mom (Spanish and French teacher) behind me about BOOKS and then again with the college student and her adorable (red-headed and freckled and very, very nice) little brother (11-ish) in front of me.
And Eoin Colfer is a very nice man, and also puts the Nashville library in his top-3 nicest libraries, which is pretty awesome. (Also: it totally deserves the reputation. A strong factor in convincing Lee-sister to go to college here was the presence of such marbled magnificence).
And so, I will leave you with this (better-quality) clip of Colfer telling a short and hilarious story. He didn't use it in his talk here, but it cracks me up and really shows what a great comedian he is.
Tags: i'm walking on sunshine woooaaah
90% of all fantasy novels, according to Eoin Colfer|
(Paraphrasing unavoidable, but as close to his original spiel as I can manage.)
So there's this boy. And he's an orphan in some land and he's poor and works in a stable or something. And he's no good and there's nothing special about him except he has a birthmark on his shoulder in the shape of a dragon.
And then one day a mysterious stranger appears and says "Ah! That birthmark! It means you are destined to become the king or something of this place and now we must go on a long journey to the volcano! And you will go to the volcano and you will jump in, and there will be a dragon and you'll mind-meld with the dragon and it'll be great!" *thumbs up*
I mean, I tried! Holly Black, and other names that escape me, but they just don't work.|
So today, I finally figured out that the reason the fairy-based YA books don't appeal to me is because they're not Artemis Fowl.
I mean, it doesn't help that pretty much ALL of them seem to be all "mysterious fairy boy and human girl and destiny and magic and maybe looove" But at the heart of the matter, I can't stand anything to do with "glamours" and the "Unseelie Court" and all this stuff because that seems so froo-froo when it should be gun-toting elves with crew cuts
and tinfoil-hat-wearing computer-genius centaurs
and advanced technology
and free-flowing sarcasm
I'm in the middle of the fifth book (won't finish series before meeting EOIN COLFER tomorrow, alas!) and it's just happiness. It helps that the main humans are a 7-foot-tall Eurasian bodyguard with a sense of humor and deadly accuracy, and a 14-year-old supergenius who doesn't quite understand how normal people work.
(Butler was not fooled. Artemis Fowl rarely asked casual questions.
"Yes, that was Maria. You could tell because I used her name when I spoke to her. You don't usually ask so many questions about the limo driver. That's four in the past fifteen minutes. Will Maria be picking us up? Where do you think Maria is right now? How old do you think Maria is?"
Artemis rubbed his temples. "It's this blasted puberty, Butler. Every time I see a pretty girl, I waste valuable mind space thinking about her. [...] Nevertheless, I have to control it, Butler. I have things to do.")
(Can we have more characters like this? Please?)
Also, that name is apparently pronounced "Owen." Irish is weird.
I misread "communion" as "communism," and misheard "exalt you" as "insult you" in church today. Made for some interesting theology for a few seconds.
Right, so, I woke up at 7:30 this morning and could not get back to sleep
, despite only 4 1/2 hours. What the heck, self? I'm totally awake. And I've got a cold, too. Shouldn't I be more tired?
So because of that I decided to start in on that giant pile of books. First up: The Selection
by Kiera Cass. It has nearly a 4.0 average on Goodreads, which is insane. I am fifty pages into this book and it's one WTF-moment after another. No, really, look.
I think this is going to win for Most Status About a Book Posted By Kayt While Reading, beating out the mess that was the Beating-You-On-The-Head-Sunday-School-Wi
th-Dragons fantasy that was Warrior (13 rants/statuses for 432 pages)
: 8 and counting so far, 50/327 pages in.
And I HAD TO POST because there's not enough room in GR statuses to rant like I need to. First, the world is confusing. Is it close to our America? Because we keep getting told it's so stratified, with castes and assigned jobs/stations and all, but then you have things like "we're totally going to marry for love!" and "these low-working-class girls are working age and part of a starving family but had time for frivolous things like after-school drama club.
And of course, our heroine is wonderful! You can tell because she totally
doesn't believe it when every freaking person
calls her gorgeous. And she's in lust with one-caste-lower Worker Boy Aspen, whose main attribute (in her mind) seems to be physical appearance. And she's totally ready to just skip down the social order and marry him, but oh boo
he wants them to work and save money first! She doesn't really care, she says, but she'll do it for him.
...Keep in mind that she keeps telling us
both their families have financial problems. But apparently Love Will Conquer Everything.
AND THEN OH I AM SO READY TO THWACK HIM AND THEN she starts taking on more jobs and actually makes money! So to celebrate, she prepares them a meal/picnic. Something nice, you know. Not too frivolous, but sort of like when I finally
get a job I am going to go to the bookstore and buy something new
that I haven't read before
BECAUSE I CAN AND WILL HAVE SPENDING MONEY.
So she does this. And what happens?
"America, I'm supposed to be providing for you. It's humiliating for me to come here and have you do all this for me."
"But I give you food all the time."
"Your little leftovers. You think I don't know better? I don't feel bad about taking something you don't want. But to have you--I'm supposed to--"
"Aspen, you give me things all the time. You provide for me. I have all my pen--"
[America Singer is, of course, a singer. Her caste is creative and it's what she does. He feels bad that he can't pay her like her clients and so gives her a penny every time she sings for him. This space filled with boring dialogue about that.]
"I'm not some charity case, America. I'm a man. I'm supposed to be a provider."
So, about the leftovers: we keep getting told that America's family is close to destitute, depending on the season because their income (beings artists and musicians) is dependent on on holidays and fluctuations, for the most part. So no, whether she "wants" it or not, these aren't "oh, I had Chinese last night, want leftovers?" This is America's dinner. That she chose not to eat so Aspen could have it. There is no reason he shouldn't know this
But the main thing is wait what the heck where did that come from come back boy I need to slap you.
You know what we've seen? ALL MEMBERS OF BOTH FAMILIES WORKING, REGARDLESS OF SEX. Aspen provides for his family because after his mother, he's the next-oldest
because his father is dead. Both he *and* his mother provide for the other, younger family members. He wants both himself *and* America to save up for marriage, because they're working-class, poor, and they'll both be working for the rest of their lives trying hard to make ends meet
. Both America's parents work full-time (or whatever counts).
And you're thinking, maybe this is intended to be that way. Maybe Aspen is supposed to have this weird male chauvinism and it's relevant to the story.No. It's not. It's a really, REALLY badly-written story.
On the next page, Aspen feels so strongly that AMERICA MUST BE PROTECTED BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T KNOW ANY BETTER that he decides to break up (2-year relationship, both have been talking about marriage and prepping for a while, America isn't *so* stupid she doesn't know what will happen).
At this point, I'm just like go win the Selection and be a queen, America. Aspen doesn't want you, he wants a puppy. With the body of a woman, because otherwise that would be bestiality. But he's clearly damaged and if the author tries to pass this off as "oh it's twu wuv and America really just needs someone to take care of her and all will be right with the world" then heads. will. rollETA 18 pages later
Oh, there's a *draft*. And Aspen didn't want the possibility of leaving a widow. Well, that totally makes up for OH WAIT NO IT DOESN'T.ETA page 104
Hello there, offensive female trope! Why am I totally not surprised to see you? Probably because if an author has no qualms about inserting everything before
into a novel, the whole ALL GIRLS ARE CATTY BITCHES(*) WHO WANT TO RUIN YOU UNLESS PROVEN OTHERWISE thing must come naturally.
(*)It's a trope, Daddy. I promise I do not go around calling people by rude names.
Because the main character is a girl, and is fine. As are her sister, and ex-boyfriend's sisters. But apparently she doesn't *really* spend a lot of time around girls, because then she'd know
that that's just what girls do, America, skulk around trying to ruin you from the sidelines. Every single one of them, unless they don't. It's inherent in the second X chromosome.
Hey guys! You know Artemis Fowl, that series about the preteen supergenius villain and the awesomely tough Captain Holly Short? You know Holly, the elf? Here's what the first book says upon her introduction:
Holly Short had nut-brown skin, cropped auburn hair, and hazel eyes.
The AF companion book lists elvish skin as simply "brown."
I understand missing that as a reader. A Deviantart friend, several years ago, drew a picture of her as white with a chin-length bob. And that didn't make me blink. In fact, I understand it's the common fan perception.
BUT.Why does official artwork whitewash her?
The new AF covers actually show people, and the back cover of the original Artemis Fowl
now shows Holly...White. Very, very clearly white. With a mid-chin bob, which is an interesting interpretation of "cropped" but whatever.
The AF graphic novel? Shows Holly as...white. With a bob.Why
You know what just took an hour and a half?THESE THREE TINY LITTLE ICONS.
First, I had to make a Goodreads icon to match the others, because the pack I downloaded didn't contain it. Then, I had to figure out how to get them to line up horizontally. WHICH SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN HARD, but HTML and code and stuff was invented, by the devil, for the express purpose of frustrating me.
(Solution: give up on trying to modify all the fancy code Google and Blogger want to give me, and fall back on sixth-grade putting-an-img-as-a-hyperlink.)
I mean, I know they don't really match. I wanted to have them up, and if the layout/stuff stays the same, I'll end up fidgeting around to make my own that match the color scheme, if nothing else. Also, lackofbanner is still fail.
As always, any kind of feedback--here, or just commenting on one of the nonsensical posts there--is always appreciated. I. Will. Get. This. Done.
Select Newish and Popularish/Trending YA books, in the Public Library System Here|
The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making (Catherynne Valente): Available
Pandemonium (Lauren Oliver): copies available, but none at my main library
Above (Leah Bobet): 2 holds
The Selection (Kiera Cass): 9 holds
Insurgent (Veronica Roth): 71 holds
Incarnate (Jodi Meadows): Not in system
Select Newish and Popularish/Trending YA books, Right Out in the Open in My University Library on Display for All to See and Check Out:
All of the above.
SAILOR MOON IS COMING BACK.
Guys guys guys MY CHILDHOOD. Well, her and Saint Tail. But I *own* that entire series.
Happy Indenpendence Day!|
Happy Fourth, Americans! If you are not American, you can just leave, because Sam the Eagle and I are going to post TRIBUTES TO AMERICA. Like this one. You know it's patriotic because it has the word AMERICAN in the title.
...Huh. Part of a plot to be un-American or something. This is better. That other one had problems probably because it was posted on the Canadian web.
("World wide web? Is there a way to put this on just the American part?")
(In very related news, I watched The Muppets--the latest movie--last night.)
Yet again, I am fighting with my blog. Or, more specifically, the design of my blog's design-testing-thingy. Because it's been months, and I still haven't worked out a design I like. I know vagueishly what I'm looking for, but am limited by my complete lack of HTML/CSS/computer-everything knowledge, meaning I'm stuck with Blogger's default template adjuster, which does minimal tweaks, or searching for help sites--and why are Wordpress blogs so much more popular? I find something that looks useful, only to find it's been configured for people who don't know how to use Wordpress. Gah.
So...does anyone know any websites that are aimed at Blogger-inept people? I've found bloggersentral.com, but my google-fu is weak and the search box keeps interpreting "blogger" as the *person* doing blogging, not the service.
(Because we are really not getting along right now.
Although the ugly new banner was expressly because I was sick of the eye-searing light-vomit-green and red-georgia-clay thing I had before. So...I fail at web. Yes.)
Or books. Or any kind of resources, actually. I keep trying to decipher things aimed at teaching newbies how to learn HTML/THE WEB, but so far everything seriously overloads me with too many pieces-of-code-that-don't-stick-and-also-a
re-nothing-by-themselves. I did figure out that in Firefox, tools > web developer > inspect lets you go through page elements, which is sorta useful in that I've been staring at my blog-style-icons and trying to figure out how they did various page elements (Epbot! Your screen-wide banner that doesn't stretch the page! How?!), but still. So I'm reduced to shifting through their code, or what I can find of it, to see if any of it can apply to my blog, and then making teeny-tiny changes and seeing if it kills everything. Gargh!
tl;dr: I can't internet, know you of help?
Link of the day|http://rachelheldevans.com/ask-a-feminist-response
The first three comments (and their replies) are also pretty awesome. (Most comments, actually, stay pretty civil regardless of opinion. Is this really the internet?)
Actually, the entire "Ask a..." series is quite interesting--I got linked via the "...Gay Christian" one, but the variety of posts makes for interesting reading. It's asking people (from various types of Christians to an Orthodox Jew to an Unitarian Universalist to an atheist and more) questions from a Christian POV. Granted, I don't know how the site itself leans, but honestly whether you find you agree or not it's a really good read, especially because the series does a pretty good job of making sure you know it's individuals giving responses and that they aren't the end-all for whatever they're representing.
If you don't read any others, read the pacifist's. He's hilarious.
*Cue middle-school fangirling*|
EOIN COLFER WILL BE AT THE NASHVILLE LIBRARY IN THE MIDDLE OF JULY.
Also apparently the 8th and last (for real this time!) book comes out next month, so cue me reserving every single Artemis Fowl book from the library because my collection is at home and quick someone mail me a hardback to have him sign. (Family: you have been duly notified. Opal Deception! Or, to save on postage and if you can find it, the "Artemis Fowl Files" little black-and-green book.)
Not as much fangirling as Tamora Pierce, or Jasper Fforde (or Patricia Wrede! She's under-appreciated!) but the original Fowl trilogy was a favorite in middle school. And then, one day, a fourth book appeared! A miracle!
And then suddenly, a fifth! Also cool!
And then there was a sixth and I was like, waitaminutesomething'sgoingonhere. But at that point, it was nostalgia!
I actually haven't read the seventh book, though I own it. I got it for like $2 (new! hardback!) when the local Borders was closing, but this is the perfect opportunity to read the entire series together.
GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS SWING DANCING. THERE WAS SOME. AND I DID IT.
Because every Saturday FOR THE ENTIRE SUMMER there is a free "Big Band" concert in the park for two-and-a-half hours and the half hour preceding it is for FREE DANCE INSTRUCTION FOR WHATEVER DANCE IT IS AND TONIGHT WAS SWING DANCING.
AND I DID IT. AND I EVEN GOT ASKED TO DANCE.
And also there were no water fountains or vending machines or even overpriced vendors taking advantage of a super-great opportunity so next week (salsa!) I will bring five.
Do you know the last time I danced? FOUR YEARS AGO IN HIGH SCHOOL. This is the super-greatest thing EVER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER.
Tonight was a summer-apartment-dwellers event. IT WAS GYMNASTICS. ROYGBIV GYMNASTICS. EEEEEEE.
It was a place called Let It Shine south of Nashville. It was *just* our group of maybe 20. Balance beams! Rings! Pommel horses! Climbing ropes! DODGEBALL! ZIPLINE! ROPE SWINGS INTO FOAM PITS! TRAMPOLINES! TRAMPOLINES! TRAAAAMPOOOLIIIIINESSSS!!!!
Not just your wimpy standard backyard trampolines! COMPETITIVE-LEVEL TRAMPOLINES. I have a new respect for the gymnasts I'll see at the Olympics next month because ROYGBIV it's high. And I know I was never more than 4 or 5 feet off the ground. Our supervisor/coach said that in competitions, they'll go over 15. AND THEY ARE SO BOUNCY I HAVE NEVER BOUNCED ON SUCH BOUNCINESS BEFORE.
There was dodgeball for fun (I actually hit someone!) and these pits of undetermined depth filled with foam blocks (about 6x6) that swallowed you when you jumped in (if you went to the one with a ground-level TRAMPOLINE) or fell in (if you used the one with a rope. Very related: ropes hate me. I have no upper-body strength. I tried SIX TIMES and never made it from the block where you grabbed the rope into the actual pit five feet away without falling off. My fingertips are rope-burned.
And there was one of those giant floors where they do the floor routines. THEY ARE SO SPRINGY. Not quite trampolines, but the height gymnasts can get on their floor routines makes sense now.
Dudes, I hate gyms. But give me a facility like this and I will work out religiously. It is so much more interesting.
AND ALSO THERE WERE TRAMPOLINES DID I MENTION THAT? BECAUSE THERE WERE TRAMPOLINES AND THEY WERE THE MOST AWESOME OF AWESOMESAUCES.
My stupid rope-hating fingertips are going to kill me in the morning. My legs are jelly, I'm covered in sweat, my thigh will be bruised from plunging between trampoline springs, and I probably won't be able to move in the morning. BEST NIGHT EVER.
Current Mood: ecstatic
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