The Title is self explanatory.
o This headache
It’s been six days now, and aside from a few good hours (let’s say two) each morning, I’m spending each day with my brain trying to escape through my eyeballs.
o Free e-books about quirky communities of people who eat quaint food (i.e. pie) and Just Need Jesus.
o Free e-books about various quasi-human things (i.e. vampires and werewolves) who Just Need Kinky Sex.
o People who tell me I HAVE to read X.
Look, I’m sure that _Ready, Player One_ is a fine book, a fun book. But I read what I’m in the mood for when I’m in the mood for it. I’m also not very good at have-tos. It’s why I keep flunking out of book clubs. Well, that and all that book clubs want to read are Quaint Food and Jesus books or Werepire Bondage books. Right now I’m in the mood to read Colonial history books. Please quit trying to convince me that I should instead read that new book about Hemingway’s wife. I hate Hemingway and can’t imagine that any woman who found him interesting enough to have sex with is someone that I would much care about.
o Cupcakes
Sometimes less is more. This rule applies to math classes, television shows about designing with throw pillows and frosting.
o H.P. Lovecraft
Is it the anniversary of his first book? All of a sudden everyone I know is wanting to have Cthulu’s babies.
o Facebook
Love being in touch with all my old friends. Love being aware of what’s going on with my new friends. Am really sick and tired of videos about creative marriage proposals, crippled girls being carried around softball bases and pictures of dogs who have been starved and beaten.
o William Shatner
No reason. Just sick of him.
OK, OK. I’m getting off your lawn, already.
I’m more of a Nyarlathotep girl, myself.
There is every reason to be tired of William Shatner. Every reason, I say.
Guilty of the Lovecraft thing, but that’s because I sat on an anthology of his for a while before reading it. I also had it in my possession, unread.
“Ready Player One” is fun….has anyone recommended it to you yet?!?
::ducks::
That said, I can never get sick of the Shat.
What is it with people and frosting? The cake is the only good part!