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Aug. 16th, 2004 04:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liriPeople who go to the post office during the lunch hour and then monopolize one of the three employees on duty for more than, say, 45 seconds while they select a stamp pattern? They should be shot. If they spend upwards of five minutes on stamp-shopping and only then start writing out a check for the stamps, they should be pistol-whipped first, and their bodies displayed out front as a warning to others.
I'd be a GOOD dictator, dammit!
I need to completely ditch my old Hotmail address - whenever I go there it has some kind of ridiculous lifestyle article or other. Like this one - the secret to winning a woman over is to read her favorite romance novel. "Romance novels are secret instructions to women indicating what they should expect from a proper relationship!" Yes, we all want our clothes ripped off frequently by men with large, oily biceps. In between bouts of really bad dialogue. Bras don't cost money or anything.
...I mean, I've read a couple of romance novels. I was about twelve at the time. They were... instructive (and kind of alarming in retrospect - I didn't buy them. Why were they in the house? Did my mother read them?) but I never thought they had a blessed thing to do with real life. It's escapist fiction. I wouldn't want my hypothetical boyfriend to hug me, say goodbye, and then hike off for Kyoto while I sobbed brokenly behind him, either, no matter how effective it was in context. Just because you think something's romantic doesn't mean you want it to happen. I mean... I know people are stupid, but come ON. Surely the Land of the Cliche People isn't that densely populated.
Enough crankiness. Again, I have no work to do. At all. We're all caught up. Life is grand.
I just finished reading Jasper Fforde's The Eyre Affair, which had enough lit jokes that I can forgive it for all the puns - there are characters named Paige Turner and Jack Schitt. It's set in a world where literature (and theater and art) are massively popular, time travel works, vampires exist, and people can travel in and out of books under certain circumstances. It's the first part that entertains me the most - Baconians (people who believe Sir Francis Bacon wrote Shakespeare's plays) are door-to-door evangelists, viewed the way we see Jehovah's Witnesses. At one point, the main character attends a Rocky Horror-like production of Richard III, and on the news, early on, she hears that "a young surrealist had been killed - stabbed to death by a gang adhering to a radical school of French impressionists." I was going to say that it's like Yomiko Readman's homeworld, but it's not, really - more like all the passion and insanity that people tend to apply to things like rioting after sporting events or getting in fights over politics, instead get channeled towards topics that here are considered high culture or obscurely academic. I don't really have much that's substantive to say about it - it was just a lot of fun. It can't have hurt that I've actually seen grown men get close to tears over the Shakespeare authorship controversy (it was in a video, at least...)
Enough rambling too. Time to go.
I'd be a GOOD dictator, dammit!
I need to completely ditch my old Hotmail address - whenever I go there it has some kind of ridiculous lifestyle article or other. Like this one - the secret to winning a woman over is to read her favorite romance novel. "Romance novels are secret instructions to women indicating what they should expect from a proper relationship!" Yes, we all want our clothes ripped off frequently by men with large, oily biceps. In between bouts of really bad dialogue. Bras don't cost money or anything.
...I mean, I've read a couple of romance novels. I was about twelve at the time. They were... instructive (and kind of alarming in retrospect - I didn't buy them. Why were they in the house? Did my mother read them?) but I never thought they had a blessed thing to do with real life. It's escapist fiction. I wouldn't want my hypothetical boyfriend to hug me, say goodbye, and then hike off for Kyoto while I sobbed brokenly behind him, either, no matter how effective it was in context. Just because you think something's romantic doesn't mean you want it to happen. I mean... I know people are stupid, but come ON. Surely the Land of the Cliche People isn't that densely populated.
Enough crankiness. Again, I have no work to do. At all. We're all caught up. Life is grand.
I just finished reading Jasper Fforde's The Eyre Affair, which had enough lit jokes that I can forgive it for all the puns - there are characters named Paige Turner and Jack Schitt. It's set in a world where literature (and theater and art) are massively popular, time travel works, vampires exist, and people can travel in and out of books under certain circumstances. It's the first part that entertains me the most - Baconians (people who believe Sir Francis Bacon wrote Shakespeare's plays) are door-to-door evangelists, viewed the way we see Jehovah's Witnesses. At one point, the main character attends a Rocky Horror-like production of Richard III, and on the news, early on, she hears that "a young surrealist had been killed - stabbed to death by a gang adhering to a radical school of French impressionists." I was going to say that it's like Yomiko Readman's homeworld, but it's not, really - more like all the passion and insanity that people tend to apply to things like rioting after sporting events or getting in fights over politics, instead get channeled towards topics that here are considered high culture or obscurely academic. I don't really have much that's substantive to say about it - it was just a lot of fun. It can't have hurt that I've actually seen grown men get close to tears over the Shakespeare authorship controversy (it was in a video, at least...)
Enough rambling too. Time to go.