still recovering. still floundering. have, for a change, had a nervous breakdown. ain't life fascinating.
on the other hand, "Reborn and down" could be an interesting experience.
[on the third hand, my source of fresh comic goodness is conveniently dead. ah-ha...]
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the Transformers are a somewhat suicidal civilization. o_0
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the funny thing is, I just might like movieverse TTf for the same reasons I love SW. now that's interesting, because my love for SW has got very little to do with tech #-)
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am still mildly pissed off by the fact that Batshit Romance would've made a perfect bingo story. who knew, who knew!
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had a mixed reading of Transformers, Courtney Crumrin and The Graveyard Book. do not try that at home #-S

Tags: readmaniac, rl
mood: sick
sound: Unheilig - Stille Nacht Heilige Nacht

money been spent on Amazon, to alleviate literary frustration and then some. 's okay.
having this sudden urge to order a gift wrap & card with poetry oblique for one of the items, though, addressed to myself, is probably not really okay '-) [but in the very spirit of the item. we are all mad here.]

ah, literary frustration: it brings the never finished, IIRC, Drawing Down the Moon [HP] to mind. it's brilliance fluent and daring and wonderful ultimately going somewhere you cannot follow. in my sad case not because the ride's too hard and/or dark, but because it fundamentally disagrees with my understanding of canon. the story stands - and how! - on its own, but somewhere along the ride my disbelief snaps and places it all into an experimental AU. think remote & clinical, and damn sad because the beginning was so fcking fine..!
ah, well. watch me do any better.
watch me try & do something, then talk.
*sigh*

(I've read two novel-length pieces last night recently. one knows the blessed difference between lie and lay but confuses its and it's, the other? vice versa. shoot my inner editor, do #-)

Tags: ff, readmaniac
mood: crazy
sound: VNV Nation - End Of Days

could not find T. S. Eliot at usual TA bookstore haunts. damn. Halper's had some analysis and plays, and Steimatzky had one painfully slim "Selected Poems" volume on crappy paper for NIS 30 something. shame & sorrow, folks, sorrow and shame.
so I walked away with a collection of early poems by master Cohen & a very, very nice Akhmatova. [the Gumilev book I desired costs about half my daily earnings, and. damn. not now, then.]
but the sweet sadness & comfort of books, and frustration, and memory stretching back like a veil. the smell & feel of aged paper, and the words... learning scores of poetry by heart can and should be disputed as a method of learning a language, but that way some fine, fine stuff sticks in memory forever.
and it reads like feast & wine.
English, then '-)

[early Cohen perspective of Christ, for example, is something to be savoured.]
[such power but never any harm, on the contrary. amazing & awesome.]

...and then there was a Millennium book. which I did not dare open #-)

Tags: readmaniac
mood: cranky
sound: VAST - Somewhere Else to Be