on further developments and a side story
Along these lines, I have yet more to add. (I have the feeling this list could become an epic, as I am an avaricious creature by nature. Time will tell.)
I really think it would be a good idea for me to own "Howl's Moving Castle" by Diana Wynne Jones, as I've read it and adore it immensely. I also started to read the Chrestomanci series, but unforeseen circumstances prevented me from finishing even the first book, so I'd like to read those too, even if I don't purchase them.
In other book news, I now own the first three Young Wizards novels by Diane Duane (the editions with the COOL COVER ART, not the ones with the STUPID COVER ART, bleh) and I have hope that I will be able to actually find the rest somewhere in this wide world. Even if bookstores local to me insist on playing coy with my heart. *sigh*
My need to see Ponyo has only doubled in urgency, as I am getting mixed reviews on it. I will regard it as a Japanese equivalent to Disney's "The Little Mermaid" until personal experience will yea or nay that idea.
Downloaded the soundtrack to New Moon the other day, along with about three hundred songs I have never heard before in my life and am only listening to because the alternative is listening to the same music every single time I turn on my iPod. On the new songs: most of them are pretty good, and I've become a fan of some bands and artists I've always wanted to try. On the New Moon front: pffffft. This movie had better have some damn good explanations for the soundtrack, is all I'm saying.
Something else I want to own: more cashmere scarves. I bought a cashmere-silk blend at the state fair yesterday (first time I've ever been, yay) for fifteen bucks. It is the most beautiful plum-colored accessory I have seen in my life. If only I had a pair of suede boots with no heels to go with them.*
Also, bergamot. I need more things scented like bergamot, even if it's only various blends of tea. I have a bad feeling I will drown myself in my Earl Grey for sheer love of the aroma. Oh, agony and ecstasy.
The yearning to purchase everything Neil Gaiman has ever written is ongoing. Notifications will be sent out if this status changes or updates.
*The boot story:
So yesterday was, as I stated, my first time at the state fair. Unfortunately, I did not possess the foreknowledge or common sense that I would be doing a lot of walking over uneven ground. I wore my high-heeled calf-length boots. They weren't stilettos, thank Someone. The heels were a good, sturdy chunk of rubber. Still. Three hours later, I was quite literally prancing every step to keep as much weight off my soles as possible. I couldn't stand still for even a moment. If I found the opportunity to sit, I sat--a disturbing and risky venture on the veritable minefield of food and trash and phlegmy spit that is the state fairgrounds. In fact, the only times I was able to forget the torment I was wreaking upon my poor feet was 1) when I rode the death-trap-waiting that dropped me vertically from two hundred feet in the air, and 2) when I bought my pretty scarf. At all other times, my pain was foremost in my mind, vying for prominence against the miserable state that is my current bank balance. Today, I have to hold back my whimpers as I walk across campus from class to work and around my office. Lesson learned.
On another note, I watched potbellied pigs race for Cheez Doodlez. I count the entire affair a success.
I really think it would be a good idea for me to own "Howl's Moving Castle" by Diana Wynne Jones, as I've read it and adore it immensely. I also started to read the Chrestomanci series, but unforeseen circumstances prevented me from finishing even the first book, so I'd like to read those too, even if I don't purchase them.
In other book news, I now own the first three Young Wizards novels by Diane Duane (the editions with the COOL COVER ART, not the ones with the STUPID COVER ART, bleh) and I have hope that I will be able to actually find the rest somewhere in this wide world. Even if bookstores local to me insist on playing coy with my heart. *sigh*
My need to see Ponyo has only doubled in urgency, as I am getting mixed reviews on it. I will regard it as a Japanese equivalent to Disney's "The Little Mermaid" until personal experience will yea or nay that idea.
Downloaded the soundtrack to New Moon the other day, along with about three hundred songs I have never heard before in my life and am only listening to because the alternative is listening to the same music every single time I turn on my iPod. On the new songs: most of them are pretty good, and I've become a fan of some bands and artists I've always wanted to try. On the New Moon front: pffffft. This movie had better have some damn good explanations for the soundtrack, is all I'm saying.
Something else I want to own: more cashmere scarves. I bought a cashmere-silk blend at the state fair yesterday (first time I've ever been, yay) for fifteen bucks. It is the most beautiful plum-colored accessory I have seen in my life. If only I had a pair of suede boots with no heels to go with them.*
Also, bergamot. I need more things scented like bergamot, even if it's only various blends of tea. I have a bad feeling I will drown myself in my Earl Grey for sheer love of the aroma. Oh, agony and ecstasy.
The yearning to purchase everything Neil Gaiman has ever written is ongoing. Notifications will be sent out if this status changes or updates.
*The boot story:
So yesterday was, as I stated, my first time at the state fair. Unfortunately, I did not possess the foreknowledge or common sense that I would be doing a lot of walking over uneven ground. I wore my high-heeled calf-length boots. They weren't stilettos, thank Someone. The heels were a good, sturdy chunk of rubber. Still. Three hours later, I was quite literally prancing every step to keep as much weight off my soles as possible. I couldn't stand still for even a moment. If I found the opportunity to sit, I sat--a disturbing and risky venture on the veritable minefield of food and trash and phlegmy spit that is the state fairgrounds. In fact, the only times I was able to forget the torment I was wreaking upon my poor feet was 1) when I rode the death-trap-waiting that dropped me vertically from two hundred feet in the air, and 2) when I bought my pretty scarf. At all other times, my pain was foremost in my mind, vying for prominence against the miserable state that is my current bank balance. Today, I have to hold back my whimpers as I walk across campus from class to work and around my office. Lesson learned.
On another note, I watched potbellied pigs race for Cheez Doodlez. I count the entire affair a success.