I get Junteenth off now. Crazy Workplace has its advantages. Also taking Thursday and Friday off. So a nice five day break from work. I can sleep in, and play. Well, I also have a dentist appointment and a mammogram, so there's that. But I've been procrastinating both for about two-three years, so they are overdue.
Facebook - Kensington Neighborhood Page: Venomous flying spiders with four inch long legs are invading the Northeast.
Poster: I thought they'd already arrived.
Poster 2: They are not venomous to humans and pets, perfectly safe.
Me: Uhm, there are flying spiders now? Big flying spiders?????
And I thought jumping spiders were bad. Frigging internet is intent on scaring me again.
Friend: No, they don't really fly - it's just a parachute type web that carries them over the wind to a new spot. And they are harmless. Won't hurt you.
Babs: I read they were about the size of a child's hand though.
Me: Okay...can we just not have the spiders? [I looked it up, they are apparently Joro Spiders. I didn't make it very far - because pictures. And I just can't look at pictures of spiders. I've tried. I don't make it very long and it gives me nightmares and makes it hard to sleep. I did not watch the spider scenes in Lord of the Rings, or the Hobbit, or Harry Potter, spent most of the time with my hands over my face. Anyhow, they said they aren't venomous to humans or pets, they have web parachutes like baby barn spiders, and usually travel that way when small, and long legs.]
Poster: They kill lantern flies, and don't hurt you. Which would you rather have the lantern flies or the spiders?
Me: The lantern flies? (Okay I realize that's the wrong answer, so I didn't post it to the neighborhood page.)
And here, I thought, jumping spiders were bad. I should have been grateful that was all they were and quit while I was ahead. They were at least tiny.
***
I'm flirting with horror novels. Here's the complete LIST of Ten Incredible Horror Books That Would Make Great Movies.
These are the horror novels that I'm flirting with:
( list of horror books rec'd by Screen Rant, with descriptions )
I've the oddest craving for a really good, creepy and/or thrilling horror novel for some reason or another. I gave up on the romance novel "As You Desire" (the writing was getting on my nerves, it was a bit on the amateurish side), and started Firebird by Susan Kearsely (it's not a horror novel - it's a supernatural historical time travel novel with two time lines, and a touch of romance - we'll see if I stick with it. For someone who claims they don't like time travel stories - I certainly watch and read a lot of them.) The difficulty with buying books based on SBTB recs or suggestions, is I don't tend to share their taste? And they often like amateurish writing. I also may start one of my new paperbacks/hardbacks. I'm clearly growing weary of e-books. They are lovely - but I like to jump ahead, and skip behind, and also see the cover and the title? Plus having to charge them or having them freeze up on me from time to time is aggravating. I like the feel of a book in my hands sometimes not to mention the certainty that it won't suddenly go poof without warning. And I love the smell of new books.
On my bed stand is The Master and the Margarita - the forward has enamored me of the writer Bulgrove (sp? - probably got that wrong and too lazy to look it up). It said that he spent over five years writing it. Was afraid to publish it. And was just happy to get it out of himself. And hoped maybe someone would read it one day. His wife didn't publish it either or not right away - she was afraid to as well. It's a thinly disguised political satire of Stalin's regime. They'd have been killed.
I'm enamored because it was a story he had to get out, a labor of love, he cared not if anyone read it, and he risked a great deal to write it, even if he could never publish it. That's what we do, writers - we have stuff to say, and we can't shut up, and if we don't get it out - we get constipated and hurt all over. But it is equally frightening to share the work. And in Bulgrove's case - downright dangerous.
Oh, final note:
* Apparently Eddie Remayne's performance in Cabaret and the Kit Kat Club was controversial? They were fighting over it on Twitter - we're talking about what was shown on the Tony's. It really irritated and scared a few folks, made them uncomfortable, while others were pleasantly surprised by the discomfort and embraced it - since that's what good satire should do, make you uncomfortable. [That's the argument.] And Cabaret is a political and social satire, so the folks who embraced it have a point. The others declare it's too over the top and on the nose, and satire should be subtle. (Since when? American Satire is hardly known for it's subtly.)
Facebook - Kensington Neighborhood Page: Venomous flying spiders with four inch long legs are invading the Northeast.
Poster: I thought they'd already arrived.
Poster 2: They are not venomous to humans and pets, perfectly safe.
Me: Uhm, there are flying spiders now? Big flying spiders?????
And I thought jumping spiders were bad. Frigging internet is intent on scaring me again.
Friend: No, they don't really fly - it's just a parachute type web that carries them over the wind to a new spot. And they are harmless. Won't hurt you.
Babs: I read they were about the size of a child's hand though.
Me: Okay...can we just not have the spiders? [I looked it up, they are apparently Joro Spiders. I didn't make it very far - because pictures. And I just can't look at pictures of spiders. I've tried. I don't make it very long and it gives me nightmares and makes it hard to sleep. I did not watch the spider scenes in Lord of the Rings, or the Hobbit, or Harry Potter, spent most of the time with my hands over my face. Anyhow, they said they aren't venomous to humans or pets, they have web parachutes like baby barn spiders, and usually travel that way when small, and long legs.]
Poster: They kill lantern flies, and don't hurt you. Which would you rather have the lantern flies or the spiders?
Me: The lantern flies? (Okay I realize that's the wrong answer, so I didn't post it to the neighborhood page.)
And here, I thought, jumping spiders were bad. I should have been grateful that was all they were and quit while I was ahead. They were at least tiny.
***
I'm flirting with horror novels. Here's the complete LIST of Ten Incredible Horror Books That Would Make Great Movies.
These are the horror novels that I'm flirting with:
( list of horror books rec'd by Screen Rant, with descriptions )
I've the oddest craving for a really good, creepy and/or thrilling horror novel for some reason or another. I gave up on the romance novel "As You Desire" (the writing was getting on my nerves, it was a bit on the amateurish side), and started Firebird by Susan Kearsely (it's not a horror novel - it's a supernatural historical time travel novel with two time lines, and a touch of romance - we'll see if I stick with it. For someone who claims they don't like time travel stories - I certainly watch and read a lot of them.) The difficulty with buying books based on SBTB recs or suggestions, is I don't tend to share their taste? And they often like amateurish writing. I also may start one of my new paperbacks/hardbacks. I'm clearly growing weary of e-books. They are lovely - but I like to jump ahead, and skip behind, and also see the cover and the title? Plus having to charge them or having them freeze up on me from time to time is aggravating. I like the feel of a book in my hands sometimes not to mention the certainty that it won't suddenly go poof without warning. And I love the smell of new books.
On my bed stand is The Master and the Margarita - the forward has enamored me of the writer Bulgrove (sp? - probably got that wrong and too lazy to look it up). It said that he spent over five years writing it. Was afraid to publish it. And was just happy to get it out of himself. And hoped maybe someone would read it one day. His wife didn't publish it either or not right away - she was afraid to as well. It's a thinly disguised political satire of Stalin's regime. They'd have been killed.
I'm enamored because it was a story he had to get out, a labor of love, he cared not if anyone read it, and he risked a great deal to write it, even if he could never publish it. That's what we do, writers - we have stuff to say, and we can't shut up, and if we don't get it out - we get constipated and hurt all over. But it is equally frightening to share the work. And in Bulgrove's case - downright dangerous.
Oh, final note:
* Apparently Eddie Remayne's performance in Cabaret and the Kit Kat Club was controversial? They were fighting over it on Twitter - we're talking about what was shown on the Tony's. It really irritated and scared a few folks, made them uncomfortable, while others were pleasantly surprised by the discomfort and embraced it - since that's what good satire should do, make you uncomfortable. [That's the argument.] And Cabaret is a political and social satire, so the folks who embraced it have a point. The others declare it's too over the top and on the nose, and satire should be subtle. (Since when? American Satire is hardly known for it's subtly.)