stranger than fiction
Just back from a pretty damned good (and expensive) dinner with the Aunt at Vicini. She's just gotten a new tattoo. Six hundred freaking dollars she paid for it. I nearly fainted. And said "If I spent six hundred dollars on a tattoo, you'd throw me out of the house!" Honestly. Adults. *sniff* It is pretty awesome, though, and totally Mazikeen. Which the Aunt made up out of her own head and got the guy at Inner Vision to do up for her hence the six hundred dollars.
Me, I'm still tossing up between a surface piercing and the normal double point kind. For research purposes. Problem is the whole notion of metal living in my skin still squicks me. Goddamnit. And really my pride doesn't take kindly to my turning-fifty-this-year Aunt having a bigger nicer tattoo than me. Whatthefuck! *bristles, only half joking*
Meanwhile, have I mentioned how truly truly awesome the Georgia Nicolson books by Louise Rennison are? Seriously. If you like young adult fiction and madcap protagonists and wordplay and Anglos making merciless fun of Americans, I cannot recommend this series highly enough. Totally unputdownable, quite touching, and so much fun.
I stayed up til three last night to finish Startled By His Furry Shorts and yes, even then snorted in an effort to not laugh. This arvo I was reading Luurrve Is A Many Trousered Thing and actually spluttered on the bus. Had to look out of the window, grinning for fully a minute, before I could compose myself enough to continue. Last time I laughed out loud while reading on public transport was Heyer's Cotillion. Okay, not that long ago but still significant.
Dad said, "Don't be cheeky, young lady."
Libby put her hands on her hips and shouted at him, "Don't YOU be cheeky, bad mummy!!!"
As Dad was momentarily distracted by being called mummy, I said to Masimo "Quickly, let's get out of here!" and we went and sat on the wall.
--- p126-7.
*splutters all over again* Oh god, I love it. Libby is Georgia's kid sister. I figure she's about four or five. Total terror.
I've got one more to go, Stop In The Name Of Pants, and am sooooo hoping the title means Georgia will make the choice I've been hoping for over the last three books. She is so mad and so adorable and totally real. Absolutely marvellous stuff, and I'm quietly admiring of how Louise Rennison is maturing her through each book. Very subtle lovely authorial work there. And ooh the final book comes out in October! Yesssssssss!!!
I keep thinking this is what Geraldine Granger must have been as a teenager. And of course I am totally happy to lend, just say the word.
Me, I'm still tossing up between a surface piercing and the normal double point kind. For research purposes. Problem is the whole notion of metal living in my skin still squicks me. Goddamnit. And really my pride doesn't take kindly to my turning-fifty-this-year Aunt having a bigger nicer tattoo than me. Whatthefuck! *bristles, only half joking*
Meanwhile, have I mentioned how truly truly awesome the Georgia Nicolson books by Louise Rennison are? Seriously. If you like young adult fiction and madcap protagonists and wordplay and Anglos making merciless fun of Americans, I cannot recommend this series highly enough. Totally unputdownable, quite touching, and so much fun.
I stayed up til three last night to finish Startled By His Furry Shorts and yes, even then snorted in an effort to not laugh. This arvo I was reading Luurrve Is A Many Trousered Thing and actually spluttered on the bus. Had to look out of the window, grinning for fully a minute, before I could compose myself enough to continue. Last time I laughed out loud while reading on public transport was Heyer's Cotillion. Okay, not that long ago but still significant.
Dad said, "Don't be cheeky, young lady."
Libby put her hands on her hips and shouted at him, "Don't YOU be cheeky, bad mummy!!!"
As Dad was momentarily distracted by being called mummy, I said to Masimo "Quickly, let's get out of here!" and we went and sat on the wall.
--- p126-7.
*splutters all over again* Oh god, I love it. Libby is Georgia's kid sister. I figure she's about four or five. Total terror.
I've got one more to go, Stop In The Name Of Pants, and am sooooo hoping the title means Georgia will make the choice I've been hoping for over the last three books. She is so mad and so adorable and totally real. Absolutely marvellous stuff, and I'm quietly admiring of how Louise Rennison is maturing her through each book. Very subtle lovely authorial work there. And ooh the final book comes out in October! Yesssssssss!!!
I keep thinking this is what Geraldine Granger must have been as a teenager. And of course I am totally happy to lend, just say the word.