"It's full of spies, car chases, computer-stealing ninjas and me saving the day."
Oh. Em. Gee. Did you see? Did you see the ficcing? Where did that come from? you ask. And I shrug, nonchalantly and a little bewildered, but pleased nonetheless. Actually, the CS and NCIS ones were mostly written a while ago and I just finished them off. And every single fic was mostly tiny and almost completely plot-free, so really I should just shut up and go away.
Heh. Yep, like that’s ever going to happen. So, my hair. We have a new temp, and her verdict was blonde. (Why does blonde keep winning out? Helen-the-weird-temp-who-had-some-sort-of-freakish-girl-crush-on-me went for blonde too.) Also, in the world of my hair, I have given up the idea of bobbing it, but am now contemplating growing out my fringe. What say you, citizens of LJ?
Ooh, and I have a moment of shame to share. So, this week my train/tube reading has been Islam: A Short History by Karen Armstrong, which is very interesting. However, yesterday, when I woke up, I was all pathetic and tired and couldn’t face the idea of reading something which actually required neurons to process. So I merrily put Julia Quinn’s most excellent The Duke and I in my bag too. What can beat a bit of cheery Regency rom-com of a dreary morning? Certainly not Islam: A Short History. So, picture me, clambering onto the 8.34 to Waterloo, already exhausted by the exigencies of the day. I sit down next to a middle-aged man reading a paper. This, darlings, is where my shame begins.
I make no bones about the fact that I think people should read what they want and say what they want and think what they want. All this is vee important, la la la. But I was intimidated by the man reading the paper. He had pinstripes and glasses and looked intelligent. And so, though my brain was aching from life, I dutifully took out Islam: A Short History because I didn’t want him to see me reading The Duke and I. And whilst Islam: A Short History still held my interest, I would much rather have read about Daphne and Simon and the japes and jests they get up to before everything is happily resolved in marriage. And I am quite ashamed of myself for not standing my ground (in my head) and reading what I wanted to read.
In terms of TV (may its camels increase), how lovely is The Daily Show being at the moment? Ah, it makes my little head laugh a lot.
I meant to comment on the current economic crisis, but to be honest I can’t bring myself to care about it that much. A short-sighted opinion, I fear, but there you go.
Heh. Yep, like that’s ever going to happen. So, my hair. We have a new temp, and her verdict was blonde. (Why does blonde keep winning out? Helen-the-weird-temp-who-had-some-sort-of-freakish-girl-crush-on-me went for blonde too.) Also, in the world of my hair, I have given up the idea of bobbing it, but am now contemplating growing out my fringe. What say you, citizens of LJ?
Ooh, and I have a moment of shame to share. So, this week my train/tube reading has been Islam: A Short History by Karen Armstrong, which is very interesting. However, yesterday, when I woke up, I was all pathetic and tired and couldn’t face the idea of reading something which actually required neurons to process. So I merrily put Julia Quinn’s most excellent The Duke and I in my bag too. What can beat a bit of cheery Regency rom-com of a dreary morning? Certainly not Islam: A Short History. So, picture me, clambering onto the 8.34 to Waterloo, already exhausted by the exigencies of the day. I sit down next to a middle-aged man reading a paper. This, darlings, is where my shame begins.
I make no bones about the fact that I think people should read what they want and say what they want and think what they want. All this is vee important, la la la. But I was intimidated by the man reading the paper. He had pinstripes and glasses and looked intelligent. And so, though my brain was aching from life, I dutifully took out Islam: A Short History because I didn’t want him to see me reading The Duke and I. And whilst Islam: A Short History still held my interest, I would much rather have read about Daphne and Simon and the japes and jests they get up to before everything is happily resolved in marriage. And I am quite ashamed of myself for not standing my ground (in my head) and reading what I wanted to read.
In terms of TV (may its camels increase), how lovely is The Daily Show being at the moment? Ah, it makes my little head laugh a lot.
I meant to comment on the current economic crisis, but to be honest I can’t bring myself to care about it that much. A short-sighted opinion, I fear, but there you go.