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A library listing and holiday happy crap
Dec. 27th, 2004 06:35 pmBeing slightly bored, I'm re-reading Gaiman's Sandman series, starting at Preludes and Nocturnes. I *know* I picked this one up a while back, but dropped it after the first couple of pages and didn't get back into it. What was wrong with me? I've come 'round since then.
I did the typical wake-up thing for this morning: roused at 10, looked at the clock, went back to sleep, roused again at 12, got up and cursed myself for sleeping in so late. Quite amusing, really. I'm always doing that. Picked up all my library books and trekked down there to do a mass return. Getting rid of the books I borrowed for my comic report was terribly refreshing. Also attacked the comic section, picking up the first three graphic novels of Sandman, a couple from Terry Moore's Strangers in Paradise, something or another about one of the myriad Robins (I feel I should at least attempt to increase my DC knowledge, seeing as I'm such a Marvel whore), and some elusive copies of Dave Sim's Cerebus (for some reason the library has the first collection of issues and then skips all the way to the hundreds - very frustrating). Bookwise I picked up two for my brothers, two books that I know I have somewhere around the house in one of my numerous boxes, I, Robot and Dune (I never did make it all the way through the House Atreides books; I started empathizing too much with one of the characters, as is generally my wont, and they entered a very embarrassing situation, so embarrassing that I didn't want to "live" through it. Can't remember what book I was up to).
I also picked up Annie Proulx's Close Range again. I have to be upfront about this, the only reason I glance at this woman's stuff is because of the upcoming "Brokeback Mountain", based on the short story of the same name. I tried reading up to "Brokeback" (which is the last story in this collection) but the amount of description and the dryness of her storytelling makes it agony for me. Really. After reading the first story I gave up and flipped to "Brokeback". Which I adored. Touching. And, uhm, visceral. And (okay, okay!) hot. And not in the wanton ass/QAF way either. It's sparse enough that if Ang Lee had a competent screenwriter working on the screenplay? the movie will be great stuff. And people will not only see it to check out Jake Gyllenhal and Heath Ledger making violent (simulated) love to one another.
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I'm sort of sad that Christmas has passed. The time leading up to it, with the carols and the general feeling of...I don't know, "holiday cheer"(TM) always resonates with me. When it passes you just have more schoolwork and annoying family to deal with.
I did the typical wake-up thing for this morning: roused at 10, looked at the clock, went back to sleep, roused again at 12, got up and cursed myself for sleeping in so late. Quite amusing, really. I'm always doing that. Picked up all my library books and trekked down there to do a mass return. Getting rid of the books I borrowed for my comic report was terribly refreshing. Also attacked the comic section, picking up the first three graphic novels of Sandman, a couple from Terry Moore's Strangers in Paradise, something or another about one of the myriad Robins (I feel I should at least attempt to increase my DC knowledge, seeing as I'm such a Marvel whore), and some elusive copies of Dave Sim's Cerebus (for some reason the library has the first collection of issues and then skips all the way to the hundreds - very frustrating). Bookwise I picked up two for my brothers, two books that I know I have somewhere around the house in one of my numerous boxes, I, Robot and Dune (I never did make it all the way through the House Atreides books; I started empathizing too much with one of the characters, as is generally my wont, and they entered a very embarrassing situation, so embarrassing that I didn't want to "live" through it. Can't remember what book I was up to).
I also picked up Annie Proulx's Close Range again. I have to be upfront about this, the only reason I glance at this woman's stuff is because of the upcoming "Brokeback Mountain", based on the short story of the same name. I tried reading up to "Brokeback" (which is the last story in this collection) but the amount of description and the dryness of her storytelling makes it agony for me. Really. After reading the first story I gave up and flipped to "Brokeback". Which I adored. Touching. And, uhm, visceral. And (okay, okay!) hot. And not in the wanton ass/QAF way either. It's sparse enough that if Ang Lee had a competent screenwriter working on the screenplay? the movie will be great stuff. And people will not only see it to check out Jake Gyllenhal and Heath Ledger making violent (simulated) love to one another.
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I'm sort of sad that Christmas has passed. The time leading up to it, with the carols and the general feeling of...I don't know, "holiday cheer"(TM) always resonates with me. When it passes you just have more schoolwork and annoying family to deal with.
