Well, I spent much of the weekend being adult. I did the laundry, dried and folded it (I dream of a dryer, my towels now feel like sandpaper) while listening to loud music, because nobody is home except for the cat. We keep each other company, he sleeps on my bed and doesn't mind when I talk to the television ( Read more... )

And, to cap off the end of the schoolyear (I hope. I still need the grades for two exams) I had Travel Adventures ( Read more... )

Wow, I have been severely neglecting LJ. I'm pretty sure that's because whenever I think of something interesting to say, I try to write about it and suddenly it's not that interesting.

For the past few weeks, my days have been filled with projects, more projects, subtitling projects, translations, putting stuff online for Pol's Etsy shop, extra ( Read more... )

Today, I worked for at least three hours with a major headache. I'm hoping it was just a one-off thing, because man, even jobs that did not require thinking were hard to do. It's really ridiculous how tired I am at the end of my day, even though I've been doing nothing difficult for most of it. I keep meaning to eat in the centre, but by the time ( Read more... )

It's finally dawning on me that I'm on holiday. It only took a milkshake at Bananas, buying new fish for the pond (I've named them all Bob this time), napping and going to town to make it sink in.

In town, I cancelled an order for Generation T: 108 ways to transform a T-shirt, because it would arrive at the bookstore a week before I left for ( Read more... )

I've been reading a lot of sequals lately. James Patterson's Max, the latest in the Maximum Ride series (bird kids and evil corporations and talking dogs, oh my), The Dead and The Gone which runs paralel to Life as we Knew it, both written by Susan Beth Pfeffer, and recently I picked up Darren Shan's Demonata series again. I've started the first ( Read more... )

Took the earlier Belgian bus of 9 o'clock, seeing as we ate really early because Pol had to be somewhere for a work-outing. I may keep this up, at least until it gets warmer again. (Yes chill_morte, you were right all along. Shush.)

I just finished reading The Dead and The Gone by Susan Pfeffer in two trips and about an hour at home. It was a companion piece ( Read more... )

There's nothing like a good fairly bad horror movie every now and again. Last night I watched The Descent, about a bunch of women who mostly looked the same but had awesome accents climbing down into an underground cave and get attacked by freakish looking blind cave-creatures ( Read more... )

A note on Books and Travel, by Inny Toes:

Why, why, why are there always peverted sex-filled scenes in my book when there are elderly people sitting across or next to me? There was a man rubbing himself against a nine year old on his lap! There were 10 year olds dry-humping each other! There were mentions of 'wiener licking'! Augh!

It's still a ( Read more... )

So, I finished A Case of Exploding Mangoes by Mohammed Hanif, and just as I didn't see the slash coming, I didn't see the ending coming. Well, part of it. Though I guess normal people would have, if they'd been paying attention.

Today on the train I started a new book I picked up in England on this summer's Waterstones splurge. It's called Life as ( Read more... )