Thursday, December 31, 2009

Year-end Reading List

As previously stated, I do believe that this list is not fully comprehensive, but it's the best I can do for the year. Hey, I remembered most of what I read!

In terms of best book I haven't read before, it's a toss-up for me between Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy or Anthony Bourdain's Gone Bamboo. I very much enjoyed both; I read the entire Pullman trilogy in I think 5 days and I adore pretty much anything Tony Bourdain does--cooking, writing, TV shows, it doesn't much matter. I think I give the edge to Bourdain though, because a) Gone Bamboo is a stand-alone novel, unlike His Dark Materials, and b) I think it's probably more consistently, strongly written, and doesn't have as much (potential) controversy. It does have lots of violence (LOTS of violence) and sex, but it's a cut above the old pulp novels--good plot, great characters that are just a bit over the top, but still manage to be essentially believable, and fabulous writing. If you've never read Anthony Bourdain's writing, I strongly encourage you to start. If you don't like mysteries, try reading Kitchen Confidential, which is a memoir about Bourdain's early years and how he came to work in the restaurant industry. Whichever you choose to read, brilliant!

Best book of the year, however, goes to Pat Frank's Alas, Babylon. It's a 1950s post-apocolyptic novel and it's quite possibly the best ever written. It is dated, and yet still very relevant. If you've seen the now-defunct TV show Jericho and enjoyed it, you'll probably enjoy Alas, Babylon. Read it!

Books marked with an asterisk (*) I have read before. Books marked with a carat (^) are part of a series.

Alexander McCall Smith:
^The Full Cupboard of Life
^In the Company of Cheerful Ladies
^Blue Shoes and Happiness
^The Good Husband of Zebra Drive

Roald Dahl:
*Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
*Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator
*The Witches

Terry Goodkind:
^Debt of Bones (more of a short story/companion prequel novella)
^Wizard's First Rule
^Stone of Tears
^Blood of the Fold
^Temple of the Winds
^Soul of the Fire (currently reading)

Robin Jarvis:
^The Whitby Witches
^A Warlock in Whitby

Philip Pullman:
^Northern Lights
^The Subtle Knife
^The Amber Spyglass

J.K. Rowling:
*^Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
*^Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
*^Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
*^Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
*^Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
*^Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
*^Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Alan Alda:
Never Have Your Dog Stuffed

Margaret Atwood:
*The Handmaid's Tale

Anthony Bourdain:
Gone Bamboo

Elizabeth Peters (series books are not all part of the same series):
*^Crocodile on the Sandbank
*^The Snake, the Crocodile, and the Dog
*^He Shall Thunder in the Sky
*^The Golden One
*^The Serpent on the Crown
*The Copenhagen Connection
*^The Murders of Richard III
*^Die for Love
*^Naked Once More
*The Camelot Caper

Catherine Fisher:
The Oracle

Neil Gaiman:
The Graveyard Book

Allan C. Weisbecker:
Can't You Get Along with Anyone? (unfinished--it started to get convoluted and boring)

Stephenie Meyer:
^Twilight
^New Moon
^Eclipse
^Breaking Dawn (yeah, I read them all...shut up. They still weren't very good.)

Pat Frank:
*Alas, Babylon

Dan Brown:
^The Lost Symbol (Not really a series, but a recurring character. Past events are mentioned, however.)

Terry Pratchett:
^Carpe Jugulum (Nominally series in that they're all Discworld books. They do not need to be read in order, however.)
^Maskerade
^The Fifth Elephant

Scott O'Dell
*Island of the Blue Dolphins

Gordon Korman
*^Bruno & Boots: The Zucchini Warriors

Caroline B. Cooney
*Flight #116 is Down

Agatha Christie
^The Tuesday Club Murders (still reading) (not explicitly a series, but part of the Miss Marple books)

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Wedding Details, Part 1

As I promised, I'll start writing about our wedding. I'm sure it'll be several posts, since in my mind it starts a week before we got married--a little before, actually. So without further ado, Part 1.

Adam was due to fly out of Manchester at about 6am Monday morning, meaning he needed to be at the airport by 4am (note, most ticket counters do not open until 4:30am, regardless of the time of your flight). Because of a distinct lack of 24 hour public transit in most of the world, this actually meant he had to leave the flat for the airport around 10:30pm. He'd mostly packed the day before, so when his jackass friend and another, slightly less jackassy friend invited him out for a beer, he accepted, providing it was just for one pint or two. In short, several hours later and very very drunk, Adam finally arrived home (via his father, but I got a little confused about how this happened). This was well less than two hours before he needed to leave for the airport, and a shower was required--as was telling me why I couldn't get ahold of his all day. This discussion is now closed, I'm not angry (with Adam), and everything turned out ok, but very not bueno at the time.

When Adam landed in Portland on Monday (early!) I was there to meet him, and he had no problems with Border Control. This was a nice change, given that the last two times I've gone to England I've had to be interrogated--last time for more than two hours. This was especially nice, as Adam was coming over to get married and had no visa; he didn't need one, but technically, neither did I for the last two trips to England.

After a stop at Gustav's (nummy!) we made it down to Eugene. Tuesday we did a bunch of running around, including applying for our marriage license and talking to the Judge who would perform the ceremony. Judge was fabulous, and marriage license was easy-peasy. However, the third part of our running was not so great. We went to my financial institution, and were told that we couldn't add Adam to my account--which I have held for 29 years--because, and I quote, "he doesn't live in Lane County." Apparently my being a long term member and his being a week away from my husband didn't matter, because he personally doesn't meet the membership requirements. Brilliant. However, we went back the day after we got back from the honeymoon, and had no problems whatsoever, just a bunch of paperwork.

Wednesday Pam, Tony, and Mark arrived into Eugene. They did surprisingly well after so long a day, but we sat around for a few hours (and bottles of wine and beer) and talked before they crashed. Being one person/couple short of a bedroom, poor Mark was in the living room, but at least he had a mattress and box springs, and a sheet to block the entryway. Classy...

Thursday was unmemorable, except for sushi that night, which went really well, and came complete with a magician, who was quite talented at card tricks and sleight of hand. Friday was crazy mad, however. Mom, Pam, and I went out and got mani/pedis, which took about two hours. Then we had to call and confirm food pickups for the next day, THEN go out to Territorial and set up for the reception. Oh, and we were also supposed to meet a bunch of friends. But somehow, we got out to Territorial, all the rental stuff had been dropped off, and Lisa let Adam, Mark, and I, along with a handful of friends into the back so we could set up a bunch of tables, a bunch more chairs, and just generally try to make it all happy for the next day.

Shortly before we finished, we found out that a carload more of friends had finally made it into town--the roads went psycho icy for a stretch--and so piled into various cars, picked them up, as they weren't going to drive anymore themselves, and hit a bar for food and drinks. It was lovely :) Icy as shit, but lovely to be with good friends and good beer. But Saturday morning soon began to beckon, and so we piled back into the cars, back to the hotel, and then for Adam, Mark, and I, back to the house and bed, so as to be well rested for the first of two big days, which will be the subject of Part 2.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Over and Done

I trust that I will be forgiven for not having written since December 4th. Since then, Adam has come and gone, his parents and brother have come and gone, we've hosted a wedding reception (in pretty atrocious weather--13 guests couldn't make it to Eugene), gotten married, and been on our honeymoon. And then I had to go Christmas shopping in order to properly celebrate Christmas Eve and Day. Because nothing says happy holidays like receiving lots of loot :)

I will post about our wedding reception and wedding (really, not a lot to say about the wedding though) over the next few days, as well as our honeymoon. As I get pictures, I will post them. My brother-in-law, who took hundreds of photos for us, has all the photos. Everything was shot on digital, but for some reason one of the two memory cards couldn't be read by my computer, so I don't have any photos from the wedding day itself right now, though I do have a large chunk of the reception photos, and the few photos we took on our honeymoon. But major kudos go to Mark, who did a fabulous job of shooting everyone at the wedding reception, and took some absolutely gorgeous photos, even of our tremendously unphotogenic family.

This is my single favorite picture of the nearly 200 I have--I don't think Anne knew she was being photographed here, and there's just something I love about how Mark captured her here.


And for the PLU crowd (go Lutes?), we have this unholy gathering. Believe me, it was unholy.


Left to right: Jimmy, Anne, Rob, Heather, Katie, Levi, Me, Kristan
Kneeling: Kat, Kellie

Thursday, December 3, 2009

A Good Day to be an Oregonian

The University of Oregon Ducks are the Pac-10 Champions, finishing their season with a 10-2 record, having lost the first game of the season to the currently undefeated Boise State, beating the seeming juggernaut of the USC Trojans, and falling only once in conference play, to the Stanford Cardinals. With tonight's Civil War win over the Oregon State Beavers, the Ducks finish with only 1 conference loss, the fewest of any team in the Pac-1o, sending them to the Rose Bowl. The Beavers finish with 3 conference losses, which will hopefully send them to the Holiday Bowl; sadly, this is only a lock if they are the outright second-place team; they are tied with Stanford, who is also done with their season, but can also be tied with some combination of USC, Cal, and Arizona (USC and Arizona still have to play each other, and Cal still plays Washington). In the case of a tie (or ties), the decision is not made by looking at tiebreakers, but instead by debate and vote of the Holiday Bowl Committee. Hopefully, they will make the correct choice, and send the Beavers to San Diego in a few weeks.

Either way, it's a good day to be an Oregonian. Tonight's game has proven that Oregon has two stellar teams, in the Pac-10 and in the NCAA.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Paid Forward

So in a frenzy of realization, I went to the Holiday Market to do some holiday shopping, the realization being that "oh crap I need to get people presents at the same time I have to plan a wedding." I wouldn't change our wedding date for the world (it's our 4th anniversary, thus saving me from having to learn and celebrate a second date), but in hindsight, I wish Adam and I had starting dating at a different point of the year.

Anyways, it was moderately successful today, as I got presents for a few friends and for my mother-in-law. I still have some more to go, but the really fantastic part of the day is that one of the vendors gave me something for free, because I commented on how lovely I thought it was. Apparently yesterday she'd been given a necklace for free by another vendor because she commented on how much she liked it. So she decided to give away a couple of pieces to the first people who commented on how much they liked them. So I got two presents for people for the price of one. I was very happy about that, but also pleased because I think I got two pieces for two people who will hopefully like them very much.

Now it's my turn to pay it forward. Hopefully I'll get a chance soon.

Friday, November 20, 2009

An Open Letter to My Guests

Dear Invited Wedding Guests,

I sent you a wedding invitation with an RSVP card enclosed, and a request that your reply be returned by 11 November. With only a few exceptions, I also included either a stamp on the postcard, or a stamped envelope (for non-US residents) so you could return your RSVP card with little to no hassle.

Many of you were very courteous and replied in a timely manner, making it easier for me to plan for food and beverages, as well as assemble a wedding playlist that includes your requests (which admittedly is not yet finished). A few of you have not yet replied. I understand some of you have other concerns; massive family events, work and life changes, large amounts of travel, and severe illnesses mean that the card was pushed aside, and possibly forgotten. However, there are also some people out there who, so far as I can tell, just haven't bothered to reply. I did send out an email recently to a group of you, and shortly thereafter received a couple of RSVP cards, and an email. The rest of you have remained silent. I have to assume that if you haven't RSVPd you will not be coming. I follow some of your lives, either directly or indirectly, and have some idea about your intentions. However, for some of you I really have no clue; one of you implied months ago that you would be attending, one of you I have heard absolutely nothing from (including when I requested a mailing address, which I subsequently found), and one who I haven't heard from since sending a mailing address.

In short, I am very frustrated. No answer from you means I plan for you to not attend. And while I would like to see everyone (even if you don't RSVP I would still like to see you), there will not be enough chairs or food if I'm not notified. And I refuse to feel guilty or bad about that; RSVP means a response is requested either way, not just if you'll be attending.

Additionally, I stamped your RSVP card/envelope (exceptions include a Canadian friend--sorry, I couldn't get a stamp for you) and a few people in England. Unless you are one of those people, or I see you all the time, use the stamp. Don't call one of us in lieu of sending the card back, don't email one of us in lieu of sending the card back, put it in the mail. Postage isn't cheap, and neither was printing those cards. The only exceptions I have to people not mailing them back are the people in Eugene I see all the time--I don't mind you giving them to me by hand--or the couple of people I told to email me. I'm happy to receive emails as well, and I will attempt to respond, but those cards are what I use to assemble the master guest list that I use for all my planning (yes, one actually exists).

I also understand that sometimes things get lost in the mail, or in the case of the postcards, potentially shredded. But if I've emailed you asking for a response and you sent your card, please reply to my emails and let me know again, because I didn't get your card.

Thank you,
Katie

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Updated Reading List

I'm sure the list is still non-comprehensive, but I wanted to add everything I've read since I first published the list. This is a great way for me to keep track of everything I've read. I'll start posting the list at the end of each month, so as to see what I've read over a year, January-December. I'll also do an end-of-year review, and announce the best new book I've read (and possibly the best book I've re-read).

Books marked with an asterisk (*) I have read before. Books marked with a carat (^) are part of a series.

Alexander McCall Smith:
^The Full Cupboard of Life
^In the Company of Cheerful Ladies
^Blue Shoes and Happiness
^The Good Husband of Zebra Drive

Roald Dahl:
*Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
*Charle and the Great Glass Elevator
*The Witches

Terry Goodkind:
^Debt of Bones (more of a short story/companion prequel novella)
^Wizard's First Rule
^Stone of Tears
^Blood of the Fold
^Temple of the Winds

Robin Jarvis:
^The Whitby Witches
^A Warlock in Whitby

Philip Pullman:
^Northern Lights
^The Subtle Knife
^The Amber Spyglass

J.K. Rowling:
*^Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
*^Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
*^Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
*^Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
*^Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
*^Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
*^Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Alan Alda:
Never Have Your Dog Stuffed

Margaret Atwood:
*The Handmaid's Tale

Anthony Bourdain:
Gone Bamboo

Elizabeth Peters (series books are not all part of the same series):
*^Crocodile on the Sandbank
*^The Snake, the Crocodile, and the Dog
*^He Shall Thunder in the Sky
*^The Golden One
*The Copenhagen Connection
*^The Murders of Richard III
*^Die for Love
*^Naked Once More
*The Camelot Caper

Catherine Fisher:
The Oracle

Neil Gaiman:
The Graveyard Book

Allan C. Weisbecker:
Can't You Get Along with Anyone? (unfinished--it started to get convoluted and boring)

Stephenie Meyer:
^Twilight
^New Moon
^Eclipse
^Breaking Dawn (yeah, I read them all...shut up. They still weren't very good.)

Pat Frank:
*Alas, Babylon

Dan Brown:
^The Lost Symbol (Not really a series, but a recurring character. Past events are mentioned, however.)

Terry Pratchett:
^Carpe Jugulum (Nominally series in that they're all Discworld books. They do not need to be read in order, however.)
^Maskerade
^The Fifth Elephant (currently reading)

That books my book total to 25 new books I've read this year, and when I finish The Fifth Elephant, that will be 26 completed books. Yay!

Yardwork Update

First, I would like to note that there is no homeowner's association where my folks live. This is good, because--like Heather mentioned with condo associations--they are evil. My neighbors should not be able to control what colour my house is, nor I theirs. For the record, if that's ever a situation I'm placed in, I will happily approve ANY colour. Neon green? Sure! Black? Hey, why not? Polka-dotted? If you can do it, go for it! In general, I own my property, so you can kiss my ass.

I bring this up because the other day I found a large roll of leaf bags (aka giant garbage bags) placed on one of our garbage bins outside. I don't know who placed them there, but I do know it was Thursday or Friday afternoon (can't remember which). This was after I spent three damn days hauling leaves out of the yard (see previous post for number of trees on this property). To provide a timeline for the last week:
  • Monday: Spent 24 hours travelling from the UK to Eugene, arriving Monday at 8:30pm.
  • Tuesday: Spent the afternoon working on the tons of oak leaves in the backyard.
  • Wednesday: Spent much of the day (4-6 hours) in the front yard, raking and mowing leaves not only in the front yard's grass, but also from the porch, driveway, carport, and side yard (including part of the neighbor's yard as a courtesy). Then did more work in the backyard (including stepping in at least one pile of dog poo).
  • Thursday: Starting at 8am, spent another 2 hours in the front yard, raking up everything new that fell overnight, and dumping it all in the pickup truck to take to Lane Forest Products ($2.50 to get rid of it all, and they recycling). Walked dog, and then off to Lane Forest. Then it started to rain, so I called it good (and quietly cried when I saw MORE leaves falling...again).

So imagine my irritation when I find this roll of leaf bags on Saturday. I've worked incredibly hard on the yard, as a courtesy to my parents and the neighbors, as well as for myself and my in-laws. There are a variety of possibilities as to why they turned up: it looked like we might not have leaf bags because I was putting them in the truck (that was because I didn't want 10,000 full bags in the carport all winter), someone found them and thought they might be ours, or--and what I think is most likely--someone thinks I need to put more work into the yard.

If someone thinks I need to put my work into lawn maintenance, that's fine. But have the balls to tell me to my face. TALK to me. Don't pull any passive-aggressive bullshit. If you talk to me about it, I'll be nice, and I'll explain where I'm coming from. Chances are, I'll even make an effort to comply with your wishes, at least partially. But sneak around, try to make subtle, annoymous hints? Yeah, I'm not doing any more yard work (at least not in the front) until probably Thursday now. I'd love to get those leaves up sooner, but since I think someone doesn't like how I'm taking care of the yard, they can now deal with it. Or, to quote from Zombieland (a totally kickass movie, by the way), "Nut up or shut up."

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Homeownership is a bitch

Granted, I don't actually own a home, but I'm housesitting for my folks, and goddammit I wish for once they'd go on vacation some time other than November. It seems like every damn year they head off right when all the leaves fall off the trees.

And have I mentioned that we have two tall trees in the front yard, an absolutely giant oak tree in the back, and like 6 other trees? Plus a bunch of leaves from our neighbors' trees. To sum up, that's a fuckton of leaves. I've already loaded the back of the pickup truck once, and a giant rolling bin. And another trashcan full. Plus I dumped about 10 wheelbarrow loads of leaves behind the shed.

Oh, and it always rains, making it even harder to get the leaves up.

I want a condo.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Travels and Travails

I'm back in Eugene, reasonably safe and sound. I actually arrived on Monday, almost exactly 24 hours after I got up in Manchester. Specifically, I woke up in Manchester airport. The good news is that sounds worse than it was. There's a really kickass hotel in the airport. If you never stayed in an SAS Radisson (yes, the same SAS as the airline, but not the British Special Air Service), they rock. Qual-i-ty. And it was pretty cheap for the night as well. Provided I remember, I'll upload pictures of our room in another post. That's how cool the hotel room was. Oh, and heated bathroom floors. Damn I love those Scandinavians!

Adam and I got up at 4:30am so I could make my 7:05am flight. Yergh. Plus, I forgot that in most airports these days it's damn near impossible to check in at the counter. So I didn't bother to have my confirmation number or anything. Plus, there were only four machines to check in with, and one was being used by the Austrian National Basque team and an agent (or something. I don't know if they were Austrian, or the National Team, or Basque players, but that's what I sorta deduced from their jackets. I'm not sure, though--seriously. I couldn't work out what language they were speaking, but it wasn't German, French, or Italian, and didn't really sound like Spanish to me. But a further Google search makes me think they were the Basque National Football team.). Eventually I got up to a machine, and it wouldn't accept my flight numbers, destination cities, or anything else. So I stomped off to the baggage check line, and apologized, but pointedly said that the machines are not substitutes for people. They had no problems checking me in, and even got me checked in on my Denver-Eugene flight (I was on Lufthansa for Manchester-Frankfurt-Denver).

The flight to Frankfurt was uneventful. Frankfurt airport however, lacks toilets, or at least a reasonable number of them. They also have these smoking "closets" which are a good idea, except that there is still plenty of smoke in the air around them. And of course that's where they put all the seats (that aren't by gates). But mostly, Frankfurt airport is boring. And lacks toilets. There are worse complaints, though. The good bit though, was that I was in an aisle seat (middle section), the seat next to me was empty, and it was a Lufthansa flight. This is good. The German airline used to suck apparently, but not now. Two good meals--and good sized--seatback entertainment, and free booze. Plus, two free checked bags (I only took one, but still). In the future, I'll be making more of an effort to fly on them. However, I won't fly on their partner United. I hate United--especially after they denied a guy his first class seat upgrade at the gate because he wasn't "dressed well enough." If you want more on that story, do a Google search with "United first class denial."

However, my luck ended in Denver. My God, that airport is full of hicks. I got to Immigration, and was greeted by some morons in cowboy hats and leather jackets. Turns out they're employees. Mostly, they were obnoxious. Then the woman who was doing the loudspeaker announcements proved she was also an idiot, but first stumbling over an announcement, saying "oops" over the thing, and then screwing up a guy's name five times, including messing up the spelling of it twice. And she was holding his wallet at the time (hence the announcement). Then, after I cleared Customs and rechecked my bag, I walked out and paused for a moment, looking around in general, and to see if there were any signs--including one for the restrooms. A staff member sees me, and says "looking for your flight?" It took all my willpower to not say "no, I'm waiting for a bus." I mean, seriously. There's only one way to get where I was, which involves coming in on an international flight and continuing on domestic. There's no other way to get there...but no, I'm not looking for a flight.

Beyond the inbred factor in Denver (yeah, that airport is prettyish, but does totally suck), I got the very back row window on the small plane between Denver and Eugene. That's not too bad--I can sleep there, even though the seats don't recline, if I have both seats. I didn't. Still livable. Except for the incredibly obese woman who was seated on the aisle. She was constantly touching me; her thigh came under the armrest to touch me, and she hogged the armrest. Granted, she was so fat that she couldn't pull her arms off the armrest, but still. And was is it with fat people and smelling?! Most people believe that when in public, you don't fart around others. Apparently she didn't subscribe to this theory.

After all that, I got a bloody nose on the flight. That's happened before, due to the freakishly dry air, slight dehydration, and the multiple altitude/pressure changes. The problem with it this time is that my nose is still bleeding. Not continuously, but it started up heavy again today, and the past two mornings I've spit out blood (just a small amount). So not fun, but hopefully it'll go away soon. At least I know what it's from, and it's not some scary type of nosebleed that will kill me.

Oh, and my one bridge is falling out. It broke while I was eating a tomato, rocket, and mozzarella sandwich on ciabatta in Frankfurt airport. Now it's no longer attached behind my front tooth, and will soon be detached from the other tooth. It's not noticeable, except to me (I don't think). So I have a dentist appointment for Monday. Goody. Thankfully, I don't think I need to go anywhere before then, so if it comes out I probably won't much worry about it.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Revenge of the Editor...and later, the Pumpkin

So today I finally got my arse in gear and finished up the editing. For those who think "wow, you're lazy" you haven't read it. Also, I'm not getting paid to put in the kind of work I did on that. Were I getting paid, it would have been done much sooner, and probably with even more information. But it is done, and Adam will copy it for me tonight, and I will return it tonight (and give it to the committee tomorrow).

Mom and Dad will be here in a couple of days, which is leaving me slightly panicky. Perhaps because I hate cleaning (not like the house isn't already clean), but also because I fear the vacuum will soon explode. It smells hot after about a minute of use, but never smells worse, so I don't know. We can't afford a new one, so if it goes kaboom, I guess the bedroom, rug in the living room, and weird step/window seat thing won't get vacuumed anymore. No, that Dyson on our Bed, Bath, and Beyond wedding registry (notice my sly little plug there :) ) isn't for the UK. It's really not for anything, because $400 is an insane amount of money for a vacuum. That said, Adam is allergic to dust, and I want a vacuum that works, has a HEPA filter, and rocks while doing so. And is bagless. So maybe we'll buy it with our completion discount. Doubtful, but we'll see.

Also tied in with wedding related stuff, if you received an invite, please send back your RSVP card. If you show up without telling us, there's no guarantee you'll be able to eat anything or drink on our budget. Or have anywhere to sit. Just a friendly reminder...or not so friendly, as the case may be. I have to start buying/ordering/paying for food in a couple of weeks, and as is appropriate in these sorts of situations, the number of guests I plan for is determined by people returning their RSVP cards. So if you want to eat, drink, and sit, let me know. Additionally, it'll mean I'm genuinely happy to see you, not happy tinged with irritation.

I also must try to carve a pumpkin tonight. I'd like to point out that I've never carved a pumpkin before, only scooped out the innards (ick). Adam and I are entering a pumpkin carving contest, and have decided to carve "Mother Slime" on the pumpkin (it's from KoL). Unfortunately, he's never carved a pumpkin, either. Also unfortunate is that most of our knives are either quite spendy and sharp (mine) or cheap and dull. And very few have blades of the appropriate sizes. Wish we had a scalpel...

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Stuff and things

I'm still editing the handbook of death. I have to finish it today, so I can get copies made tomorrow, and then copy my edits onto a clean version, and make copies of that. Yes, there is a lot of copying involved in this, but because it's so awful I want to make sure there are copies so passive-aggressive committee member can't pull an "I lost it" routine. I may also write up a quick outline for myself, and then write my own handbook. My guess is that I can whip one up in about 6 hours. According to passive-aggressive committee member, his took a week or so.

I think I'm depressed. I don't emotionally feel depressed, but I'm exhibiting a lot of the physical signs of depression, so I don't know. I'm not hugely worried about it, but it's mildly irritating. Too many naps, no interest in things, no energy. Though that said, I suppose I could have mono. Or just be bored. Oh well. I seem to be sorta snapping out of it. Whatever I was in.

Saturday Adam's godmother and her husband are taking Adam and I and his parents out to supper. I was very sad--they were planning on taking us to what looked like an amazing little bistro style place. Grow most of their own produce, at least semi-organic, seasonal menu. You know, my kind of place (the expensive kind). It looked delicious. Sadly however, the place was booked up (or else they had a change of heart when they heard how much I can eat), so instead we're going to an Italian place. Pam is apparently obsessed with it; she recommends it for any possible reason, which isn't a bad thing, but I'm not that fussed about Italian restaurants, unless I'm in Italy. But that's our Saturday. I have to meet new people, which will be mildly awkward, since I also have to be nice and social and can't swear--sheesh, all these limits!--but the ironic part is that effectively, Adam is also meeting new people. Yes, it's his godmother (one of them, I think he has two or three...which makes up for my none), but he doesn't think he's seen her for about ten years...or maybe since he was ten, so fifteen years, perhaps. She's supposed to be very nice, and it is very sweet of them to take us out to supper. Although I do have a vague feeling that I'll be getting the third-degree...

Next Thursday Mom and Dad will arrive in Manchester. They're on their own to get from the airport to the hotel, but it shouldn't be too bad, unless somebody gets a bug up their butt and decides to take a cab into the city (at rush hour, I might add). Since the airport is about 20km outside, that's expensive. And also totally unnecessary, as there is a train station right in the airport. European airports are very nice for things like that. I'll head out and meet them Friday morning, and we'll spend the day getting lost in Manchester. I mean shit, I don't know what there is to do in Manchester besides the IWM North, I just go in for things like shopping and fixing my computer...well, mostly fixing my computer, and shopping while I'm waiting for a bleeding train back. It's a big city, and has a couple of universities (and a couple of football teams, but practically no Americans have heard of Man City...it's always the Man U fans). But most important to Adam and I--besides the big, convenient, and international airport--is the fact that it's home to a few PrĂŞt Ă  Mangers, or what I prefer to think of as the greatest sandwich company in the world. So after I hang with my folks on Friday--or during--I'll hit a Pret up before they close and stock up on tasty sammiches and desserts and crisps. I'll even make sure to get enough to share with Adam :)

The following day is know as the Day of Terror. Mom and Dad are coming out to Linthwaite to see our place, but that's not so scary. Scary is what happens after--Mom and Dad meet Pam and Tony (and Mark, and possibly Mark's woman). Luckily, it will be at a pub, so Adam and I will be drunk. I'm sure it will all be fine, but then, it may all end up in flames. Paranoid? No, why do you ask? It's inevitable, however, since Pam, Tony, and Mark are all staying with Mom and Dad and Adam and I for the week surrounding the wedding. So at some point, Adam and I need to be having the talk with our various relatives about acceptable--but mostly unacceptable--topics of conversation. Racist comments had best be curtailed, or I will go ape-shit, Republican bashing needs to be curtailed (Dad...) because sadly, that gets lumped into racists comments in my mind, and politics needs to be avoided as well. If we avoid politics we can avoid a lot of racism and Republican bashing. I won't take religion off the table unless it looks like it's going to get heated....actually, yeah, that might also lead to Republican bashing). Kristan said to also take sex off the table, but frankly, if it somehow came up, I think I'd like to see the various awkward looks people get. Regardless, I think Adam and I have a pretty good idea of where the conversation is going to go, so while he and I don't really want to hear it all again (about travelling and food and such), at least it should be mostly safe ground, if boring.

Right, enough procrastinating on my end. Back to the editing, kitchen cleaning (let's just say eeek!), and exercising.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Of Committees, Drama, and Editing

or

"I'd call him a douchebag, but he'd probably misspell it."


Lord knows I have a tendency toward the dramatic, particularly when it comes to telling stories, on my blog or otherwise. Drama makes for better storytelling. Bear that in mind, but also note that in this story, I am not the dramatic one. No, this time, I left the drama queens to themselves.

As you may or may not know, I screwed myself into becoming a member of the Titanic Mill Residence Committee. That was, admittedly, totally my bad, and I should have known better than to open my mouth. In my defense, I was trying to find a way to weasel out of being a member of TMRC, but no one else opened their mouths (smart people) so that's where I screwed up. OK, that drama, that's totally me, but it's also just ancillary to the main story.

Since the elections at the July meeting, the TMRC has consisted of a Chair, a Vice-Chair, a Secretary, and a Vice-Secretary, along with four general members. The Chair is well-meaning, if brusque, generally set in his ways, and not really open to change, but he will give you the shirt off his back and make you feel like you've done him a favour. That said, he is difficult to get along with. The Vice-Chair claims that she's got years of PR experience, but just because you work with people doesn't mean you can relate with them or get along with them. She's incredibly irritating and pushy, she tries to dominate conversations, and very much has her own agenda for the TMRC, one that, while not necessarily bad, should not be the primary focus of the TMRC. As a point of reference, TMRC was created to ensure that stuff in the building works properly. At their insistence, the position of Caretaker was created, so the communal areas now get cleaned. Because there are so many problems with building maintenance (like there isn't any), the committee works to make sure things like that happen. The Vice-Chair, however, wants TMRC to be a social and community building group, and thinks that we waste too much time on trying keep the building from falling down around our ears, when we could have a garden party instead. That's a bit of an exaggeration, but frankly, not much.

Right there is where our biggest personality clash lies. The Chair and Vice-Chair hate each other. The Secretary (an awesome woman, who seems to be very good at her job, and is very genuine and nice) and the Vice-Secretary (an older gentleman who has a wicked sense of humor, and absolutely no interest in social activities) are both walking the middle line, though the Vice-Secretary tends to side with the Chair more vocally, while the Secretary works with all parties (but teds to side with the Chair, just more democratically).

Complicating the hatred the Chair and VC feel for each other is a committee member, who seems to think that the VC shits gold. That's fine, but instead of just two people sniping at each other every meeting, now three people are. And the third person is also sending passive-aggressive emails to the Chair, complaining about how the Chair treats the VC. While there is some room for valid complaints, that's not the way to handle it. Neither is everyone yelling at each other, like what happened at the last meeting.

Where I come in to all of this starts in the September meeting. The passive-aggressive member and the VC wanted to write a Resident Handbook. Essentially, this would be a guide providing basic information on how stuff in the apartments and the building works--where the rubbish and recycling bins are, how the fresh air and extraction systems work, what to do about TV and internet, etc. Making a pretty good guess that it would never happen, I volunteered to edit and compile all the information, if other people wrote it. And I was right: it never happened.

Until this month. Passive-aggressive committee member wrote a handbook. He then gave copies to at least some of the committee, myself included, to look over and return to him ASAP. It probably isn't the worst written thing I've ever read, but it's damn close. I don't think he spell-checked it (he does however, have auto-correct turned on in Word, which is creating a load of other problems), he copy/pasted stuff from Wikipedia into the document without citing it (not technically illegal, but immoral and lazy), he doesn't have any consistency in any type of formatting, and his grasp of English grammar, capitalization, and punctuation is worse than a Japanese law student (I know, because I edited a paper from a Japanese law student while I was at Leicester. English wasn't her native language, but you wouldn't know it to read her paper.). I'm pretty certain this guy's native language is English, but his writing implies that it is not. In fact, that was the first thing Adam asked when he started to read it.

So I now have a copy to look over, offer suggestions, and return. It's 12 pages long, and I've only gotten through the first four pages. The cover page alone has about 10 edits on it, and it's only three sentences long. What makes this worse is that I'm only copy-editing, not looking at the content, unless it's so glaringly wrong I can't let it slide (there a bunch of those, too). I understand that everyone makes mistakes, but there are the occasionally mistakes and the combination of just bad writing and laziness in self-editing. Even as a rough draft I could never produce anything so bad, and I would certainly look it over before sending it out to others to edit--that's just common courtesy.

So now I'm stuck with editing it. I was approached today by the Chair (on behalf of himself, the Secretary, and the VS) to see if I was editing it. I said yes, and got an exclamation of relief in reply. All three of them think it's absolutely awful as well. We also all figure that passive-aggressive committee member and the VC will think we're ganging up on them, but the fact of the matter is, it sucks. It's really, really bad. Luckily, I'll finish my edit in the next day or so (I can only work on it for so long--I'm not getting paid, and it makes my brain bleed if I stare at it too long), keep a copy for myself, give a copy back to passive-aggressive committee member, and pass another copy on to the Chair, so he can make copies and hand out my edits to the other committee members. And then I will fly back to the states, and let them all fight it out. I'm happy to communicate by email, but I think passive-aggressive committee member will be so upset that I've trashed his work (I'm being nice, mind you, but I'm doing an editor's job), that he'll either send me passive-aggressive emails, or his just ignore me and/or my edits.

Wish I had a red pen. I need to buy one. But in the meantime, I'll leave you with some unedited excerpts of what I have to deal with (all italics, bolding, and such are what I was presented with, not my additions). Points to anyone who can point out everything wrong. Yes, some of it's subjective, but still...

Internal re - cycle cooker hoods, although fitted with stainless steel fats filter; which can be washed in hot soapy water; all cooker hoods should also have a carbon filter fitted to prevent excess grease from collecting around the motor; which could lead to a fire starting.

The windows in the building are cleaned by a company named Sparkling glass. The windows will be cleaned periodically. Those apartments which have Balconies do not give access to the workmen, so they will not clean Balcony windows, as they pose risk to the work men. Separate arrangements with sparkling glass can be make to clean balcony windows, however this will at a charge to you.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Sex with a vampire

So, like a trainwreck, I kept reading Stephenie Meyer's "Twilight" series until the bitter, bitter end. It really was like a trainwreck to me--I wanted to avert my eyes, to turn away from the horror, but I just couldn't. From time to time, I would forget how awful her writing could be, as she would improve up to mediocre. I usually got slapped in the face shortly thereafter, but for a little bit of time every few chapters, her writing would not stand in the way of the story. It didn't enhance the story, mind you, and her use of language will never be trancendent, a joy and pleasure to soak up her words, but at least from time to time she didn't stand in the way of her plot.

However, I must say, some people shouldn't write sex scenes. Though I do hate to generalize, it has been--in my direct experience--that male sci-fi or fantasy writers, Mormons, and people whose only experience with sex has been to read online erotica are all groups who should not write sex scenes. My reason for the first group is that it usually seems to involve rape or coersion, the second because they talk around it (more on that--Meyer is LDS), and the third because--and I quote Adam here--lines like "and then she reached the g-spot" not only are bad, but make no sense. For examples on the last, you can read some free stories on EroticStories.com--you don't need an account, and do a web search to find it--some are good, most are...well, written by people who need to get laid more often.

In direct reference to Ms. Meyer, she talked about the first time Bella (aka creepy obsessive vamp stalker chick) and Edward (aka vaguely un-hot moody overprotective bloodsucking bore) have sex. I believe I read three pages before the word sex came out. Then nothing was described (fair enough, teen book). Then Bella was perfectly happy and content with her world (until other things happened). My only saving grace--and my mother will understand this one--was that the phrase "turgid love stick" never appeared. Then, after Bella becomes a vampire (ooh, spoilers, eek!) she talks around it again, how new and wonderful and passionate it is. Why do people in novels (or movies) never have bad sex? They rarely even have mediocre sex, and it's never unfufilling. It's argued that people read to escape reality (yes, yes we do), but people also read to enhance, expand, and understand the reality around them. Part of that is not setting up a pre-teen for the eventual letdown of crappy sex. Sorry, but it happens to all of us at some time or another. Better to let them know that now rather than later....

Monday, September 28, 2009

My non-comprehensive reading list

So I don't have a "real" review for you this week. The only new thing I've read (not strictly true, I'm working on Terry Goodkind's "Sword of Truth" series--on book 4 of 11 now) in the past week is Alan Alda's first book of memoirs, Never Have Your Dog Stuffed. I absolutely loved it; it's funny and sincere and interesting. Not too long, not too short. Some memoirs or autobiographies become dull or self-serving (well, I suppose they all are self-serving--money!), but Alda's was more focused on his growth as a person and actor. It dealt heavily with his mother's mental illness and how it affected him. It did not deal extensively with M*A*S*H, which may be disappointing to those who only really know him as Hawkeye, but since I wanted to know about Alan Alda, a man whose work I have admired for many years, I really enjoyed it. It's well-written; engaging and funny, with a natural use of language that flows like an easy conversation. I don't have his other book of memoirs (Things I Overheard While Talking to Myself), but hopefully I'll get it soonish. I only waited about 4 years for this one.

So beyond my mini-review, I have a non-comprehensive list of books I've read since I moved to the UK in February of this year. It's non-comprehensive because I don't remember for certain what all I've read. This list is most certainly not in the order I've read the books in. It's more in order of where they are on the bookshelves. This, by the way, is a bit of a battle for Adam and I; he doesn't hugely like how I have the books arranged--alphabetical by author's last name, and the only books separated by subject are the non-fiction ones, like textbooks or guidebooks (my books are still separated from his, which is a bit silly at this point). However, he's also just lazy enough that he hasn't bothered to rearrange the books. That, and he hasn't really told me how he wants them organized, which makes me think that a) he doesn't really know and b) it involves some arrangement by size, not subject/author/genre.

Books marked with an asterisk (*) I have read before. Books marked with a carat (^) are part of a series.

Alexander McCall Smith:
^The Full Cupboard of Life
^In the Company of Cheerful Ladies
^Blue Shoes and Happiness
^The Good Husband of Zebra Drive

Roald Dahl:
*Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
*Charle and the Great Glass Elevator
*The Witches

Terry Goodkind:
^Debt of Bones (more of a short story/companion prequel novella)
^Wizard's First Rule
^Stone of Tears
^Blood of the Fold
^Temple of the Winds (currently reading)

Robin Jarvis:
^The Whitby Witches
^A Warlock in Whitby

Philip Pullman:
^Northern Lights
^The Subtle Knife
^The Amber Spyglass

J.K. Rowling:
*^Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
*^Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
*^Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
*^Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
*^Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
*^Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
*^Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Alan Alda:
Never Have Your Dog Stuffed

Margaret Atwood:
*The Handmaid's Tale

Anthony Bourdain:
Gone Bamboo

Elizabeth Peters (series books are not all part of the same series):
*^Crocodile on the Sandbank
*^The Snake, the Crocodile, and the Dog
*^He Shall Thunder in the Sky
*^The Golden One
*The Copenhagen Connection
*^The Murders of Richard III
*^Die for Love
*^Naked Once More
*The Camelot Caper

Catherine Fisher:
The Oracle

Neil Gaiman:
The Graveyard Book

Allan C. Weisbecker:
Can't You Get Along with Anyone? (unfinished--it started to get convoluted and boring)

Stephenie Meyer:
^Twilight
^New Moon (unfinished, probably will finish today or tomorrow)

Pat Frank:
*Alas, Babylon


That's 39 books I've finished and am certain I've read in the last seven months. I'm pretty certain I've read more, but I borrowed a bunch, and I don't remember what I read whilst in Eugene (beyond Twilight and Alas, Babylon). It also doesn't take into account the news, research, and occasional fan fiction I read online, the rare magazine, a screenplay of Vancil's, or my own writing.

I'm rather surprised at the number of books on that list that I haven't read before. I have a tendency to reread books on a regular basis, so the fact that I've read and finished 18 new books so far this year pleases me. I should read more new books, and perhaps fewer series, but still, it's a start.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Nitpicking from the Peanut Gallery

I think that I will now refer to my mother as the peanut gallery. You know, just for a change from what I usually call her (take that how you will...she does).

But her nitpicking was correct. I know, because I went and verified it. That's what my family does to win arguments or to assure ourselves that the other person is--sadly enough--right. We research. We provide facts and references. It's like our own high school research paper. Dad would believe me that it's more fuel efficient to shut off the engine than to leave it running until I provided him with several sources to back me up--AND why he used to be right (that's the other way we win arguments; tell the other person they used to be right, but then things changed).

But I digress. My mother, who even from 6000 miles away knows my reading habits (admittedly, she did mail me a box of books) pointed out that I have read some books written in first-person in the last six months. Specifically Elizabeth Peters's "Amelia Peabody" and "Vicky Bliss" series (serieses? what is the plural to series?). What I've found interesting in about 5 minutes of research, is that most, if not all of Peters's "stand-alone" books (ie, not part of a series) are written in third-person, as is her Jacqueline Kirby series. However, Ms. Peters did decide to write her most prolific and popular series--Amelia--and her secondmost one in first person. She also does an exceptional job keeping the realism. Which is somewhat less necessary, as both characters are a bit over the top. The first-person voice also works naturally for Vicky, as she's often a bit over her head, so keeping the reader in the dark just helps us to feel what Vicky feels.

Peters takes a slightly different tact with Amelia, however. The Amelia Peabody books are actually supposed to be a series of journals, a fact that becomes more apparent as the series continues. This works well for the first person voice, as the author of the journals writes/narrates the events after they have happened, thus allowing for more information to be filled in than would be if it was being narrated exactly as it happened. That said, it feels current to the reader. It is a subtle, but helpful distinction. Additionally, as the series continued (and I imagine it got harder to hold the voice AND to keep the plots interesting) journals by other characters "surfaced" and were included in the "final publications." This makes it much easier to write in first person, because Peters is now writing not only as Amelia, but also as her son Ramses, and whomever else had a journal at the time of the events. So as the reader we now get lots more information, from the viewpoints of different people. Fun, interesting, and effective.

With all that duly noted, I'm rather inclined to go through and make a list of all the books I've read since I landed in England in February. It may not be complete, but I think it will be enlightening. To me, at least.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

[Not Sunday] Review #9: Twilight (Book and Movie)

Although I doubt Stephenie Meyer's Twilight is the worst book I've ever read, I'm hard pressed to think of something worse (I didn't finish the first book of the "Left Behind" series because it was so awful--don't know if that counts, though). Let us start with this quote (which was on the back cover of the copy I read):

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him--and I didn't know how potent that part might be--that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Oh, where to begin? There are many reasons why I think this is an apt quote to use to explain my disdain for Meyer's writing. But let's start with the first vs third person approach to story telling. For those who don't know/remember/care, first person is "I". "I went to the store today." Third person is "he/she/it/they." "Joe went to the store today." (If you care, second person is "you" and is very rare in literature; it entails making the reader a part of the story). Most people use third person--in fact, I can't think of a book I've read in the last 6 months that's written in first person except for Twilight (I've probably read 50 books in the last 6 months). There are a lot of reasons for this, but I write my fiction in third person for two reasons. Firstly, it's really hard to be convincing in the first person voice. You really have to work hard to make the character seem believable, and you have to do it without the benefit of outside descriptions. It's really hard to explain emotions and moods without background, and it's difficult to naturally explain background within the first person voice. Secondly, the third person style of narration allows for the introduction of knowledge outside of of the protagonist's direct experience (obviously this ties into the first reason). Quick example that most people will probably know: Harry Potter is the protagonist, but occasionally J.K. Rowling will write a chapter following another character (Snape, the muggle PM, etc). Harry has no knowledge of these events, but we, as the reader, can know about these events because of the omniscient narrator that the third person voice provides. First person is limiting in these ways. I have written in first person (very successfully) but only once, and that worked because I was the protagonist (fictional story, but all based on people I knew), and I was essentially witnessing other events, and could thus explain them.

Right, back to the quote. As explained, it's in first person. This isn't inherently a sin, but if it's done badly, it's painful. I argue that Meyer did very badly. It's incredibly angsty and melodramatic, and overall, the book is filled with minutiae that no one cares about in my life, so why should I care about it in hers? Admittedly, the angst and melodrama isn't totally inappropriate, as Bella (female protagonist, and owner of the "I" voice) is 17, but Harry Potter was an emo douchebag in the fifth book, and I hated him, so why should I like Bella any better? This quote just epitomizes self-centered teenage melodrama, and pompousness to boot. Yes, I talk like that all the time, and I did even when I was 17. But it lacks believability to me. I'm not sure why, but the "I" takes away all credibility in my mind. Perhaps because she is 17, and who truly falls in love and finds their soul mate at age 17? If it were an outside, impartial narrator, I think the credibility would go way up. Compare the quote above with this one:

About three things Bella was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him--and she didn't know how potent that part might be--that thirsted for her blood. And third, she was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
I still think it's a crap bit of writing, but in my mind, it does improve with the change in narration. I would also change the "and she didn't know how potent" clause to language less clunky, but we take what we can get (note, my fiction writing is cleaner than my blog writing; generally my clauses are more simple and less dependant).

Besides the voice and the generally appalling nature of her writing (this quote probably is the worst of it), what really bothers me is what Meyer did to a decent plot. It's not a brilliant plot, and it's certainly nothing new or unique, but it's a solid plot line: girl meets boy, boy is repulsed by girl, girl and boy fall in love, boy turns out to be vampire, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back, girl wants to be a vampire. In short: boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back. That's as basic and solid as they come. Yet Meyer destroys this plot through little things. First, teen love is not chaste. I'm not saying that Bella and Edward (vampire boy) need to have sex to make it believable--they don't--but it creeps me out how "pure" they both are. It's written in first person, and you have to hear Bella's thoughts on everything else, but nothing on how she wants more than a kiss and a little snuggle (you know she does). "But oooh," you say, "he spends the night with her several times." Yes, and that's just creepy. Vamp boy doesn't sleep, so he stares at her for 8 hours. If Adam did that to me, I'd be freaked out at his obsessive, stalking nature. However, I think this is a direct result of Meyer's religion (which also appears in how Edward believes he's evil, but hopes that somehow he can be forgiven or something...).

Even worse--and outside of mediocre, melodramatic writing--is what Meyer did to vampire mythology. There is a LOT to vampire mythos, and it varies. Some of it is even contradicting. But there's a solid, established base to work with. So what does she do? Ignores it. These vampires can subsist off of animal blood (fine), hate werewolves (enh, I only know that one from the Underworld movies, but it may have more basis than that), and have superhuman senses and strengths (fine, but she went overboard--they wouldn't sound like boulders crashing into each other, and hitting a baseball that hard would shatter the bat, but not sound like thunder), but they also glitter in the sun. What the fuck?! They GLITTER? In the SUN?

Seriously? That's what she came up with? Gah. I don't object to vampires being able to move about in the day, though the best books that allow that put some kind of restrictions/penalties in place to stay reasonably close to the established mythology. But there are ways it can be dealt with effectively. But glitter? Seriously, that's just bad. Really, really awful.

So there's my review of the book. If you long to read it, don't buy it. Borrow it from the library or something (or talk to me, I can hook you up), but don't put money in that woman's pocket. She doesn't deserve to be rewarded.

As for the movie: it might possibly have been worse than the book. The special effects were unremarkable (the glittering vampires didn't really glitter), everyone was emo, and Robert Pattinson's American accent kept slipping. You can say it's because he's supposed to be from a different era and it slips because of that (Bella says that he sometimes sounds like he's from a different time), but it's because he can't hold an American accent. Also, the plot mostly follows the book, but has some weird off-shoots that are confusing and unnecessary. I've definitely seen worse movies (and not just bad horror movies), but this one was pretty bad. Also, Robert Pattinson: not hot. Sorry, but he's not a super-attractive guy in general, and the way he's made up for the movie makes him extra not-hot.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

And the crazy begins...

Every once in a while I talk in my sleep. So far as I can tell, this is a very rare occurence. To be fair, I don't know how often I do it, because I'm asleep. So I asked Adam, and he told me that he doesn't notice it, because he's asleep. Fair enough. I'll take that to assume I don't do it very often. I'm wondering if I started up again because of this post by Vancil.

I seem to be in a sleep-talking cycle currently. The other night I guess I muttered some unintelligble things at Adam (waking him up), and then shut up and that was that. Though in hindsight, I might have been actually awake, and thought he was, and that unitelligible muttering was me telling Adam "I love you." Hmm...oh well, doesn't much matter.

Until last night. I actually have vague memories of this event, but I don't know what I was dreaming about at the time. What woke Adam up last night was not my talking, but my pounding on the bed with a rolled-up kitchen towel.* I vaguely remember this because I had to remove it from under my neck and prop myself up to hit the bed. Apparently I also said "It won't copy!" and when Adam--presumably trying to be helpful--asked me what wouldn't copy, I just glared at him. I did, however shut up, lay back down, and went back to sleep.

What really frustrates me is all the weird dreams I had last night. I'm sure I remember this one, but I don't know which dream it would have been part of. The one where I was worried Faith was going to kill another animal (that's a later post, if I remember; if not she killed a possum the other day and brought the corpse into the house). The one where I was trying to fix the grandfather clock (which I broke more, but...)? Where I was supposed to drive my grandparents back up to Scappoose from Eugene? The one where I was at a graduation and the ensuing formal meal? I don't know.

Hopefully all of this will stop soon. Adam already found an article that claims that it's bad for couples to sleep together. Both sleep less because one waking up tends to wake up the other (they had to do a study to find that out?!). My talking--or hammering on the bed--is just more likely to end up with me on the couch and Adam in the bed. Why does he get the bed? Because he paid for it (and damn near everything else we own). Also because he works (which is how he pays for stuff). I suppose I can't fault the logic, but crap as that bed is (he doesn't make much money, mind you) it's better for my back than the couch or the floor.

Maybe I'll buy a gag...

*I really screwed my neck up somehow, and sleeping with a rolled towel under my neck instead of using a pillow (contoured or otherwise) is the only thing that's been making a difference. God knows the massages, ice, and copious application of various drugs hasn't done much.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Good News, Bad News: Home Remedies Edition

Good News: I found the plastic syringe type thing that Adam got for me.
Bad News: I had to spend 5 minutes digging for it before I finally remembered where I put it.

Good News: We had white (well, distilled malt) vinegar.
Bad News: Apparently we need to buy white wine vinegar (so I can make salad dressing).

Good News: I know how to treat yeast infections without spending buckets of money on creepy cremes.
Bad News: It's been a long time since I've done it, and I forgot to dilute the vinegar. BURNING! AHHH!

Good News: I probably will only need the one treatment to kill off the bad yeasties (see Bad News above).
Bad News: Did I mention the burning? AHHHH!

That concludes this edition of Good News, Bad News. Although I apologize for the excessive amounts of personal information contained herein, if you or someone you know gets yeast infections, they can be treated without dropping $18 on a 3 day box of nasty chemicals. You know, the box that also contains a coupon for $3 off your next box--but the coupon expired 3 months prior to your purchasing the thing. So you're doubly pissed: you have a yeast infection, and it cost you loads of money and there's no discount in case you get another one (which if you do, will be more resistant to those chemical treatments the next time).

Eat lots of yogurt with the natural bacterias still alive (not pre/probiotics, these are something else)--in a pinch you can supposedly take plain (non flavoured/sweetened) yogurt and use it "up there" but I haven't tried. Or, you can dilute some white vinegar (don't try this with balsamic) with water and douche with that. Please though, don't forget to dilute it--I'll hear your screams from half a world away. It'll take a few treatments of this--maybe 2-3 times a day--but much cheaper, far more natural, and if you get a really bad infection, THEN go spend the money.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

That's not how it's supposed to be...

I went up to the Post Office today (which, just as a note, is privatized here in the UK...and is why Royal Post refuses to deliver packages to apartment buildings, so I have to go into Slaithwaite tomorrow) and bought stamps for the invites that need to be mailed to UK addresses.

Is it wrong that I've now spent on postage 2/3 of the amount that the actual invites and RSVP cards cost? Or maybe that's a very very good thing. I dunno. I do know that I can very easily grasp why many women become "bridezillas." Very few steps of putting together a wedding are actually difficult. Yet somehow, they are made difficult. I'm not even sure how. Perhaps a desire for it to just be DONE. Done without other people telling you what (they think) is best, what they want, how they did theirs...

What I do know is that I'm very lucky to have a father who doesn't give a damn what we do, just as long as we're happy, a mother who wanted us to elope so we wouldn't have any nonsense, and two in-laws who have so far been really great about everything, particularly as they've been left out of the loop (this was not intentional, I swear). Oh, and Adam, who says he is willing to help. He's unhappy when I set him to work cutting inserts up or addressing envelopes, but he does do it. Even if he looks like he's going to stab me with the scissors.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Go pack some fudge, you damn Benedictine!*

There are people out there who seem to like how I write. Ok. That makes me happy, if, from time to time, confused. If you are one of those people, or if you have a bizarre sense of humor--or better yet, both--go read this blog post. It's written by a guy who goes by the name Riff, and he writes for Kingdom of Loathing, which is a wickedly funny and smart online game (which you should play--it's free!).

In general, Riff's blog is pretty neat, but this particular post is about changing how we insult people. I think he's on to something, and so once again, I encourage you to read his post, which can be found here.


*This insult would perhaps be funnier to more people if they knew there was an order of Benedictine monks in Oregon who make fudge.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Wedding Woes

No, not "woe is me, I shall never marry" but more "woe is me, I wanted to elope, and instead I have to plan all this and I'm cheap." I looked at the budget today. First off, budget implies that we a) have a set amount of money we're willing to spend and b) have a plan. Technically speaking, we do have a set amount of money we can spend--when we run out of money in our combined savings accounts. That's a whole lot more than we will spend (no, don't ask how much money we have or how much we've spend, because it's not your business). As for a plan...well...

I think what really frustrates/terrifies me is that I look at what has been spent so far, and I don't see much on that list. Admittedly, the hotel and airfare for the honeymoon are included in that (yes, we're even taking a proper honeymoon, leaving the day we get actually for real married!). What terrifies me, though--besides the fact that food and wine/beer and rings and my visas and table/chair/linen/whatever else rentals aren't on that list--is that everything we've gotten so far has been insanely cheap. Terrifyingly cheap, really.

My dress was at the upper end of what I was willing to spend, but then I was hoping to out-cheap Luther's $20 wedding dress (note: it was gorgeous and perfect for her and didn't look cheap). I was also hoping to not buy mine at David's Bridal, but I couldn't find anything I liked anywhere else. Sadly the cost may rise more, for I think I'll have to get it altered down a bit (yay, but more money). As long as that doesn't affect the pockets--yes, it has pockets!--I don't mind too much. For those who wish to see the dress, it's here, and it's red. I will be peeved if guests wear red themselves (white and black, the traditional no-nos, totally awesome in my book).

The venue is shockingly cheap. Being wine club members knocked a bit off the price, but still, it's insane how little Alan charges to rent out his winery, especially when it's a Saturday and he has to close it down to the public (hmm, I think he's doing that). Plus, Lisa is totally awesome and will do a great job tending bar and helping us out when she can. BIIIIG tip (and even with that, still dirt cheap).

The invites were cheap enough, though we got shafted on postage. VistaPrint's stuff isn't the highest quality, the nicest looking, or traditional (big whoop), but given how much traditional invites cost (as low as $1 per invite--if you assemble it all yourself!), I was gonna be damned before I spent that much. And these are plenty nice, and fairly appropriate for the "come to our reception, we're getting married two days after that, and you're not invited" invite. Hey, at least I'm nice enough to put postage on everyone's RSVP cards. True, if you live in the US, they're postcards, but at least we're paying the postage. Initially, RSVP was going to be email only.

The single best part of money that we've spent so far is on our honeymoon. The afternoon we get married (I don't have a judge yet...still working on that one), Adam and I will board a plane in our finery with carry-on luggage only (again, I'm cheap--it's also faster when you arrive), and jet down to San Francisco. We'll have a rental car waiting for us (not a convertible, sadly, since December in the Bay Area is, uh...yeah), and we'll wend our way north, leaving S.F. behind us and putting all of Napa (and Sonoma) at our feet for 4 days. We've got a great room in what looks to be a wonderful B&B in downtown Napa, with 25 restaurants and 19 tasting rooms within walking distance. We'll hire a driver for our rental car one day to take us around a bunch of vineyards, and really, I don't know what we'll do with the rest of our time. Well, I do know, but I don't like to think about that many hangovers this far in advance. We might go back into S.F. one day and go to the zoo, or show Adam around, but I've managed to never drive in Cali, and I don't like driving in any major cities, since I have no patience and no GPS. Well, I guess I did drive in Death Valley, but if I saw 100 cars on the road in DEVA in 5 weeks, I'd be shocked.

There is one other rather bright spot in all this wedding planning. Well, besides actually getting married, of course. After vast amounts of research, struggle, frustration, and nearly spending a crap-ton of money on a lawyer, we finally discovered that if Adam only wants to come to the states to get married, but will be leaving shortly thereafter, he does not need a special visa. At least that's what the US Embassy in London says on their website (they, like the British embassies and consulates, don't answer email or phone queries, but instead direct you to non-govermental businesses who charge money to be not very helpful). I found enough info on that to make me confident that I'm correct. This saves us a lot of money for the moment, as visa are not even remotely cheap for those who wish to immigrate. However, I still need to go through the visa process. I'm hoping I only need 2 different visas over the next couple of years, not 3 (since we're getting married here in the States, not in the UK), but I'm not holding my breath.

Right, hopefully that at least partially satisfies those who have been frustrated by my long silence. That is, after all, what I've been spending most of my time on. But I can promise, when I write my next review, it will be of the (really awful, very truly horrid) book Twilight. So quite frankly, if you think Stephanie Myer knows how to write, I wouldn't read that post. Because she sucks.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Sunday Review Postponement

I've got way too much crap going on over the next few weeks to do reviews. If I get chances, I'll throw some up, but the only really solid thing I have in my head right now is Gran Torino, and that'll proably slip out of my head if I don't get to it soon. More news later on, but now it's bedtime. I'd still like to exercise, but when the house is 80F/27C at 11:40pm, that's not gonna happen. It's raining in Linthwaite...wish I were there to run up and shut the skylights and stand on the balcony in the rain. Wish it were raining here. Blargh. I hate this heat--after Death Valley, anything over 2% humidity (hell, 1%) is too damn high.

Hopefully I'll get my act together enough to post some news in a few days. Got to get sorted though, first.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Stateside

Just a quick note. I have made it safely back to Eugene. My luggage even arrived today (I arrived yesterday). I really hate Delta. They're incompetent. I hate having to go to Atlanta to get anywhere else. And there are other issues with them, but I've mostly talked about those before. I think I'll be contacting them and complaining.

Also, they drastically overbooked the flights I was on, and so were offering compensation to be bumped. I did not do so--though I should have from Atlanta to Portland--but the compensation from ATL to PDX was only 200 Delta Dollars (or points, or whatever). Definitely not much. Though if I had know I wasn't on the last flight of the night to PDX (thought I was) I would have possibly done that. I need to fund other trips, though $200 on a crap airline really isn't enough (to their credit, internationally you can still check 2 bags--50 lbs--for free).

How do I know that there was another flight from ATL to PDX after mine? Because my luggage had to come in on that flight. I'd tell you why, but no one at Delta seemed to know. Morons. So I made them deliver it to Eugene. At least I had underwear this time.... To make it better, they tried to blame me for it not making my flight (they were still going to deliver it, though). Their argument fell apart when the other guy whose luggage didn't make it pointed out that he didn't come through customs (he orginated in ATL) and he checked in 2.5 hours early. I repeat: Morons.

Monday, July 20, 2009

No Review this Week

Due to the necessity of packing, cleaning the house, baking bread for the boy, and--if I'm extra lucky--getting to sit on my ass doing nothing for a few hours since it is my birthday--I won't get a review up this week. I didn't get one done over the weekend since we went out Saturday and over to the in-laws' on Sunday, and I've now got too much to do before Wednesday.

When I get a chance, however, I will regale you with stories from Saturday. I think I drank a smoked ham hock at one point. I didn't mind it, but everyone else thought it was foul. Apparently I'm the only person who doesn't totally mind when my beer and bar snacks have been combined into one...

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Suicide is painless...

And it would bring on many changes, such as my not having to fly with Delta in a week. But I can take or leave it as I please.

Delta makes it look all nice and happy on their website. Too bad I've flown with them before and know what it's REALLY like. I will get a free meal from Manchester to Atlanta (which is good, because I've never boosted an airline galley before, but for the amount of money they charged for my tickets, they'll damn well feed me or I'll steal food). I'm debating if I want to be a pain a register for a special meal. Muslim, in this case. The Hindu option I got on Air Canada a few years ago was tasty (parsnip curry), minus that my snack was a dry nut-butter (cashew?) sandwich. No jelly. It was ok, but the normal meals had really fantastic smelling pasties for snacks. Mmm...oh well. I don't want Kosher, and I figure they're gonna be curious about me regardless, so I might as well ratchet that up with a "terrorist" meal. I assume it will be vegetarian, possibly bland, possibly very spicy, but it will be a pain for them. Which, admittedly, is unfair to the airline crew, who are rarely at fault for all the douchebaggy things that seem to happen with airlines. And I'll probably lose out on the snacks, which are, as everyone knows, the best part of an airline meal (can you say bizarrely textured brownie?).

I also looked at my in-flight entertainment options. I might possibly have internet access on my Atlanta-Portland flight, but that's not worth the $10 it would cost me. All the movies look like they suck. Plus, they claim to have on-demand, so I should have access to ALL the movies, but on the other hand, it lists them by region/date, so I don't know. Again. I have a distinct feeling I'll be doing a lot of reading, and hopefully a fair bit of writing. And a lot of yoga in the galley, which may irritate the flight crew as well. Too bad on that though; they get space to move around.

IF no one else moves their seat/books tickets for the flight, I can get a whole row to myself. I moved my seat today for that possibility. Additionally, there's currently no one in the seat behind me, so I don't have to suffer through some jackass continually kicking my seat. I rather doubt I'll be lucky on either of those two options, though. And that's only for the MAN-ATL leg. ATL-PDX is booked solid. Ugh. Sweaty masses, no food. Good thing I've got aisle seats. When you fly as much as I seem to, the window is only good for leaning against to sleep. Since I rarely sleep on planes (I do if I get 3 seats to myself, though, so here's hoping), someone else gets the window, and I get to get up without acrobatics.

Garh. I have so much I need to do for the few weeks I'm in the states, not enough time to do it in, and I have to suffer through long flights to do it all. I'm trying to limit my time in the states since I can't come back to the UK for as long as I hoped--I'm needed to dog-sit after I undergo the terrifying introduction of Adam's parents and mine. Hell, after 3.5 years, we can't really put it off anymore, since my folks are coming over to see Adam's and my place anyway. They're in the area, so we'll take them all to a pub. Then we'll drop them at a table, and Adam and I will go get quietly drunk in a corner.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

[Day] Review #8: The Handmaid's Tale


Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale is in many ways one of my favorite novels. I have seen the movie, and from what I remember, it wasn't bad, but it could not capture the voice and tone of the novel, primarily I think because of the way Atwood tells the story.

To quote from the Wikipedia article:

The Handmaid's Tale is a feminist dystopian novel, a work of science fiction or speculative fiction . . . . Set in the near future, in a totalitarian theocracy which has overthrown the United States government, The Handmaid's Tale explores themes of women in subjugation and the various means by which they gain agency.

I was probably about 12 when I first read The Handmaid's Tale. Perhaps a bit young for the themes in some ways, but I understood the fear and the sense of loss of family and comfort and way of life. What captivated me then, and what still captivates me now, is the structure of the story and the way Atwood creates her sentences. The story is told in fragmented chunks, as the protagonist remembers things. It all weaves together into bits of the Handmaid's history prior to Gilead (the new name under the new regime), elements of her training/re-education, and life under the Commander and his Wife.

The nature of the language is what makes it all seem so real. Offred (the Handmaid's new name) is telling her story to whomever may be listening. She knows that it could be an imaginary person, or no one at all, but she has to talk, for her own sanity, if nothing else. In an almost desperate, pleading tone of voice she tells of her life. She needs it to make sense for herself, and she's pleading that her actions will make sense--and be excused--by others. She occasionally makes things up to make it more...palatable...for herself, but will correct herself immediately. Sometimes she doesn't know all the facts, but can piece together a reconstruction from what she does know.

What makes The Handmaid's Tale so terrifying is the ease in which the new regime takes over. It was published in 1985, and in some ways the technology is dated, but in other ways Atwood made the descriptions vague enough that it could pass for the present. By taking over the technologies (banking, employment records, marriage records, etc.), the regime fairly easily slides into place. It's by no means bloodless, but it is effective. While this is not perhaps the central theme of the novel, it certainly serves as a warning to being overly dependent on certain types of technology.

It is a depressing novel, but there is also a sense of hope to it. The indomitable strength of the human spirit and such. Really, I've just run out of things to say. My brain can't get into gear today.