Advertising revenues plummeted for print magazines, thus niche magazines with low circulation went extinct; the surviving titles are endangered, threatened by the laissez-faire Internets of pirated multimedia. This too has effected the fate for print books; not only has disposable income dropped but the emergence of e-books has dawned, often late ( Read more... )

It is never too early to practice the privileged role of "crotchety lady" when one complains about "how disrespectful youths are nowadays" so I commence my crotchety crusade with this: Parodying ancient/classic literature's gone too fucking far with the Snuggie Sutra. Okay, actually, that did not embody the element of the "mean, ornery neighborhood ( Read more... )

For the Great Opening Lines of Literature Collection, I nominate dystopian The Uglies by Scott Westerfield with this memorable line: The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.

They are coming; or rather, they have come. The most demanding species of shopper has entered into my life, come on the dreariest of weather days to demand products that are out of distribution; of course the failure to keep obscure movie titles in stock was my fault because everyone is interested in titles befitting the early days of the Sci-Fi ( Read more... )

Oh, how I have lapsed in journaling! But, ah, it was October, the month which experience has caused me to consider the most difficult as omens of seasonal depression appear; obviously, I survived without incident though moodiness remains intact. Hmm, perhaps I will get more sociable as I have been bored by my usual routines but I will not bore ( Read more... )

The Idiot Twins, as they are known in some circles, have penned Paul of Dune, no doubt in the effort to patch what are the most glaring potholes from their perspective. This tale, which may amount to no more than highly-publicized fanfic, must be the means to interweave their Duniverse to the Canon of Frank Herbert, the canon that ought not be ( Read more... )

Miss Lauren Conrad Scores Book Deal!? No, I am not jealous even if my ego claims that I have more talent in my pinky toe, which I would say applies to all readers of this journal too, than someone who will use the Hollywood Socialite Novel Writer, originally engineered for Nora Roberts and Danielle Steel, computer program based on premises already ( Read more... )

( Summary of of Summer Readings; or All (Remembered) Book Titles Exceding 100 Pages Which Miss Sansenmage Has Read in the Months of June, July, and August, in This Year of 2008 )

Reading the OED will never he as entertaining as The Know-It-All because OED is not as challenging as EB unless they are disease acronyms I remain unawares about.

To all you purveyors of fantasy and its assumed companion, science fiction, are there characters who can be classified as thus within the the first few paragraphs featuring said character situations: the stage parent living ever-so-vicariously through their child-companion; the stage child, or any child for that instance, who fakes convincing long ( Read more... )