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Jul. 12th, 2010 10:50 amSO MANY MOSQUITO BITES ARGH
I think I'm just going to go read a book.
I think I'm just going to go read a book.
Jul. 12th, 2010
sundry bits and pieces
Jul. 12th, 2010 06:49 pmAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Quiz that said I wrote like Tolstoy, removed.
The sample I used was a piece of fiction, and I sort of wonder if it just went "Tolstoy!" because of Russian names in the piece. Plugging in part of my journal alternately gave me Margaret Atwood and JD Salinger, so I kind of want to re-write everything I've ever written. (I can't stand Salinger, ugh) It makes me wonder what the analysis looks at to make such comparisons. Regardless, I have a fondness for odd little things like this.
I question my sanity in signing up for an erotic fanfiction challenge during a time in my life where I feel the least sexy or sexually interested ever. Oh kink bingo, I have ideas for you and I really just need to sit down and try to make it work. I had a funny idea for Padma Lakshmi and Eric Ripert, but maybe that's a fandom of one over here.
I don't have any emotional energy to address the Roman Polanski thing. While the system of international justice and jurisdiction lumbers on and invites procedural dispute, I remain disgusted. Don't even fucking start with me on that score.
Sherry called, so instead of just lolling about with a fat paperback, I went and ate lunch with her. She took a picture of the amazing sculptural cucumber. Dinner tonight is spinach quiche. Tomorrow I'm having dinner with Lynn and it looks to be super delicious. It will be a nice counterweight to my junk filled weekend.
Quiz that said I wrote like Tolstoy, removed.
The sample I used was a piece of fiction, and I sort of wonder if it just went "Tolstoy!" because of Russian names in the piece. Plugging in part of my journal alternately gave me Margaret Atwood and JD Salinger, so I kind of want to re-write everything I've ever written. (I can't stand Salinger, ugh) It makes me wonder what the analysis looks at to make such comparisons. Regardless, I have a fondness for odd little things like this.
I question my sanity in signing up for an erotic fanfiction challenge during a time in my life where I feel the least sexy or sexually interested ever. Oh kink bingo, I have ideas for you and I really just need to sit down and try to make it work. I had a funny idea for Padma Lakshmi and Eric Ripert, but maybe that's a fandom of one over here.
I don't have any emotional energy to address the Roman Polanski thing. While the system of international justice and jurisdiction lumbers on and invites procedural dispute, I remain disgusted. Don't even fucking start with me on that score.
Sherry called, so instead of just lolling about with a fat paperback, I went and ate lunch with her. She took a picture of the amazing sculptural cucumber. Dinner tonight is spinach quiche. Tomorrow I'm having dinner with Lynn and it looks to be super delicious. It will be a nice counterweight to my junk filled weekend.