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1. Well, now I understand why people blog about food, what they are doing and home-improvement. So much safer than discussing pop culture. I mean who gets emotionally invested in how to cook brussle sprouts or to construct a patio? For that matter, how likely are you going to get dissenting opinions? Well you might get a rant on why brussel sprouts are gross and no one should ever boil them, roasting is the only way to go. But somehow I can't imagine getting upset over that. Then again, I admittedly hate brussel sprouts...green bean and aspergus girl myself. Now, watch, someone will decide to respond and inform me how much more nutritious and better brussle sprouts are than green beans and how I'm missing out on life. That green beans are boring and predictable and you really can't do anything with them. So much better to roast brussel sprouts, give them a smokey taste, and they are crisp, and with just the right blend of bitter, while green beans are tasteless, and all you can do is put them in casserole or in some weird salad, dressing them up and its all so silly and marinated.
Sorry, I'm feeling mildly cantankerous at the moment. I want everyone to agree with me and tell me how right and wonderful I am. But the world being what it is...sigh,
that ain't going to happen. Besides if it did, knowing me, I'd probably be bored silly. I'm like TS Eliot's Rum Tum Tiger...I'm never satisfied.
2. Stupid set-up top (sort of similar to an I-Player, Tivo or DVR) refused to tape again. But I caught it in time and was able to ensure both Parenthood and Justified got taped. I think my continuous re-winding of Smash probably caused the foul up. I kept getting distracted during the Wolf Howl song in Smash...by a weird and somewhat violent rant in my head about ( read if you dare )
I'm not crazy, I only appear that way. And apologies to anyone reading this who is actually crazy. Although if you are actually crazy and reading this...
Sigh, I need to buy more soy milk. I'm running out.
3. Somewhat annoyed now with the Kim Harrison novel I'd been enjoying - it's turned into a gory mystery, I don't want a gory mystery, I want to focus on the characters and relationships. If I wanted to read a gory mystery I'd read someone else...most likely Thomas Harris, wait he's not writing any more. I'd find someone, there's 100 or more to choose from. People like gory mystery novels. I don't know why. I'm still trying to figure out why they like to read and watch procedurals. People bewilder me.
Also, Kim Harrison appears to have a thing for muscled bikers covered with tattoos and long hair. Methinks she's been watching Sons of Anarchy. So not my thing. I'd rather eat brussle sprouts to be honest. ( mild spoilers for Rachel Morgan novels and a mini-rant about how writers write romantic relationships in novels and serials. )
Shouldn't whine, all the way home...I was looking at people and thinking, damn, life could be worse - I could be standing on the street saying six, six, six all day long. That's what they do in Jamaica, they stand on street corners and yell six, six, six to get people interested in taking a livery cab. Either that...or they are selling illegal products. Can't really tell.
See? Cranky. Going to bed now. Hopefully to sleep. So I will be less cranky tomorrow.
Be nice to focus, the inability to focus is the part that's the hardest.
Sorry, I'm feeling mildly cantankerous at the moment. I want everyone to agree with me and tell me how right and wonderful I am. But the world being what it is...sigh,
that ain't going to happen. Besides if it did, knowing me, I'd probably be bored silly. I'm like TS Eliot's Rum Tum Tiger...I'm never satisfied.
2. Stupid set-up top (sort of similar to an I-Player, Tivo or DVR) refused to tape again. But I caught it in time and was able to ensure both Parenthood and Justified got taped. I think my continuous re-winding of Smash probably caused the foul up. I kept getting distracted during the Wolf Howl song in Smash...by a weird and somewhat violent rant in my head about ( read if you dare )
I'm not crazy, I only appear that way. And apologies to anyone reading this who is actually crazy. Although if you are actually crazy and reading this...
Sigh, I need to buy more soy milk. I'm running out.
3. Somewhat annoyed now with the Kim Harrison novel I'd been enjoying - it's turned into a gory mystery, I don't want a gory mystery, I want to focus on the characters and relationships. If I wanted to read a gory mystery I'd read someone else...most likely Thomas Harris, wait he's not writing any more. I'd find someone, there's 100 or more to choose from. People like gory mystery novels. I don't know why. I'm still trying to figure out why they like to read and watch procedurals. People bewilder me.
Also, Kim Harrison appears to have a thing for muscled bikers covered with tattoos and long hair. Methinks she's been watching Sons of Anarchy. So not my thing. I'd rather eat brussle sprouts to be honest. ( mild spoilers for Rachel Morgan novels and a mini-rant about how writers write romantic relationships in novels and serials. )
Shouldn't whine, all the way home...I was looking at people and thinking, damn, life could be worse - I could be standing on the street saying six, six, six all day long. That's what they do in Jamaica, they stand on street corners and yell six, six, six to get people interested in taking a livery cab. Either that...or they are selling illegal products. Can't really tell.
See? Cranky. Going to bed now. Hopefully to sleep. So I will be less cranky tomorrow.
Be nice to focus, the inability to focus is the part that's the hardest.
