Six things before bed
1. I've realized something, when it comes to fiction...it doesn't really have to be realistic, just consistent and follow whatever rules the author has established. Non-fiction has to be realistic. Fiction is a bit like falling inside another person's dream. I'm more critical of non-fiction than fiction. And more annoyed by it.
For me...Reading fiction is like watching butterflies on a lazy Sunday afternoon by the lake, the sun soft on your skin, with a faint breeze...and children laughing nearby.
Reading non-fiction is like sitting in a sterile classroom in one of those seats with a desk attached, wooden and uncomfortable, chalk dust tickling your nose, as a teacher lectures from a podium in a monotone. I want to tell them...just because it is real doesn't mean it has to be dry, embellish a bit.
2. I don't know why people read me. Never did quite understand it. I change styles without warning. Am incredibly snarky at times (note I did not say it was necessarily good snark, yes, you can be snarky and not necessarily be good at it, you can actually be quite dreadful, it's shocking I know - but there it is.) Tend to write off the cuff. Rarely fact check. And can be fall into self-righteous lecture mode at the drop of a hat (which is why I'm avoiding writing anything of a sociological/social justice bent - that brings out lecture gal big time).
Is it for the Buffy meta? Can't be, because I barely write it anymore. It's problematic to write about Buffy now but then it always was. ( Read more... )
3. Apparently Great Britain for the first time actually received a medal in the Men's Gymnastics Team Competition. They were up for silver. Japan for Bronze. Japan protested the scores - requesting a review. The world champion had done a bad dismount, which was supposed to be a head-stand and wasn't. They reviewed it, decided in favor of Japan, Britain got the Bronze. If I was Britain, I'd be pissed. (I didn't see this, this was related to me by co-workers.) The difference between the Olympics and rooting for a fictional character, is nasty things like nationalism get in the way. It becomes about which country is better, when in reality it's just people competing in sports, the country has zip to do with it.
4. Nasty mood today folks. Really nasty. I wanted to physically strangle people.
You know things are not going to go well, when you get into an argument with a co-worker in the elevator over whether the way-ward bus had the right of way over you, a pedesterain, when the sign clearly said walk and it was pouring.
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5. Not sure about Weight Watchers online...I've managed to find a way to have ice cream with tru whipped topping and a glass of wine, without losing points. It's the least painful diet I've ever been on.
Also discovered a new fat free/calorie free snack - sea weed with olive oil crunch. Not as gross as it sounds. Actually quite tasty, a bit fishy, but that's to be expected.
6. Not Quite a Husband is slowing down a bit. ( Read more... )
For me...Reading fiction is like watching butterflies on a lazy Sunday afternoon by the lake, the sun soft on your skin, with a faint breeze...and children laughing nearby.
Reading non-fiction is like sitting in a sterile classroom in one of those seats with a desk attached, wooden and uncomfortable, chalk dust tickling your nose, as a teacher lectures from a podium in a monotone. I want to tell them...just because it is real doesn't mean it has to be dry, embellish a bit.
2. I don't know why people read me. Never did quite understand it. I change styles without warning. Am incredibly snarky at times (note I did not say it was necessarily good snark, yes, you can be snarky and not necessarily be good at it, you can actually be quite dreadful, it's shocking I know - but there it is.) Tend to write off the cuff. Rarely fact check. And can be fall into self-righteous lecture mode at the drop of a hat (which is why I'm avoiding writing anything of a sociological/social justice bent - that brings out lecture gal big time).
Is it for the Buffy meta? Can't be, because I barely write it anymore. It's problematic to write about Buffy now but then it always was. ( Read more... )
3. Apparently Great Britain for the first time actually received a medal in the Men's Gymnastics Team Competition. They were up for silver. Japan for Bronze. Japan protested the scores - requesting a review. The world champion had done a bad dismount, which was supposed to be a head-stand and wasn't. They reviewed it, decided in favor of Japan, Britain got the Bronze. If I was Britain, I'd be pissed. (I didn't see this, this was related to me by co-workers.) The difference between the Olympics and rooting for a fictional character, is nasty things like nationalism get in the way. It becomes about which country is better, when in reality it's just people competing in sports, the country has zip to do with it.
4. Nasty mood today folks. Really nasty. I wanted to physically strangle people.
You know things are not going to go well, when you get into an argument with a co-worker in the elevator over whether the way-ward bus had the right of way over you, a pedesterain, when the sign clearly said walk and it was pouring.
( Read more... )
5. Not sure about Weight Watchers online...I've managed to find a way to have ice cream with tru whipped topping and a glass of wine, without losing points. It's the least painful diet I've ever been on.
Also discovered a new fat free/calorie free snack - sea weed with olive oil crunch. Not as gross as it sounds. Actually quite tasty, a bit fishy, but that's to be expected.
6. Not Quite a Husband is slowing down a bit. ( Read more... )