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ladyfalcon) wrote2008-10-01 12:45 am
ladyfalcon) wrote2008-10-01 12:45 am
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Today, I have a cold. Also, I got into a car accident.
I'm fine, my car is fine, and even my dog who was in the car is fine. The fat asshole who hit me for no other reason than not paying attention is still a fat asshole, but you can't fix everything and he is, other than that, also fine.
He's damn lucky he didn't damage my car, though, because I would cheerfully claim all sorts of terrible injures. My month-old Macbook is in the shop, the second chunk of payment for Prague is coming due fast, and I need to buy my friends Mike and Conni a wedding present. I have approximately $8.00 in my bank account with which to accomplish all these things. Anybody who looks like adding to the bill pile with their negligence might just find themselves helping me pay for all of them.
On a vastly more pleasant note, however, my mother bought me a copy of Neil Gaiman's latest, The Graveyard Book. I spent most of today reading, and man is it ever spectacular. I went to the National Book Festival last weekend, and while I got to see Gaiman, between the book selling out and the lines being more than fifteen hundred people long, I didn't get to have anything signed. (I also got to hear Salman Rushdie's talk, and my dad got our copy of the Satanic Verses signed). One of the kids from school I went with, Perrin, mentioned that he hoped they had some Sandman for sale, because that was the only thing he really wanted.
"You don't want his new book?" I asked him.
"No," he said, "it's a kid's book." He said this as though it should have been obvious.
Then things got awkward when Mike (not getting-married Mike, other Mike) and I started talking about the last Festival Gaiman was at, two years ago, and the one guy who stood up to ask a question during the talk that was really just an excuse for him to tell everyone that he'd read Ulysses three times. And Perrin was like "I mean, that makes sense, I really like Ulysses too," and Mike was like, "What, you're like 'Oh man, I want to read the Odyssey, but it doesn't have enough extraneous bullshit in it," and then I couldn't let go the fact that he wouldn't read a kid's book and he said "No, I can't go from reading War and Peace to the Cat in the Hat," and it was all very aggravating.
I like Perrin, I really do (he was one of my favorites in my War and Peace class), and really what this was all in aid of was for me to say, I've read at least half of the Graveyard Book, and he was WRONG and it is AMAZING and everybody should read it.
Now it is time for me to go drown my sorrows in NyQuil and Middlemarch (even I am capable of reading Uppity and Mentally-Improving Things from time to time, so you can see how much good it does. You might as well just read fucking children's books).
Erin
I'm fine, my car is fine, and even my dog who was in the car is fine. The fat asshole who hit me for no other reason than not paying attention is still a fat asshole, but you can't fix everything and he is, other than that, also fine.
He's damn lucky he didn't damage my car, though, because I would cheerfully claim all sorts of terrible injures. My month-old Macbook is in the shop, the second chunk of payment for Prague is coming due fast, and I need to buy my friends Mike and Conni a wedding present. I have approximately $8.00 in my bank account with which to accomplish all these things. Anybody who looks like adding to the bill pile with their negligence might just find themselves helping me pay for all of them.
On a vastly more pleasant note, however, my mother bought me a copy of Neil Gaiman's latest, The Graveyard Book. I spent most of today reading, and man is it ever spectacular. I went to the National Book Festival last weekend, and while I got to see Gaiman, between the book selling out and the lines being more than fifteen hundred people long, I didn't get to have anything signed. (I also got to hear Salman Rushdie's talk, and my dad got our copy of the Satanic Verses signed). One of the kids from school I went with, Perrin, mentioned that he hoped they had some Sandman for sale, because that was the only thing he really wanted.
"You don't want his new book?" I asked him.
"No," he said, "it's a kid's book." He said this as though it should have been obvious.
Then things got awkward when Mike (not getting-married Mike, other Mike) and I started talking about the last Festival Gaiman was at, two years ago, and the one guy who stood up to ask a question during the talk that was really just an excuse for him to tell everyone that he'd read Ulysses three times. And Perrin was like "I mean, that makes sense, I really like Ulysses too," and Mike was like, "What, you're like 'Oh man, I want to read the Odyssey, but it doesn't have enough extraneous bullshit in it," and then I couldn't let go the fact that he wouldn't read a kid's book and he said "No, I can't go from reading War and Peace to the Cat in the Hat," and it was all very aggravating.
I like Perrin, I really do (he was one of my favorites in my War and Peace class), and really what this was all in aid of was for me to say, I've read at least half of the Graveyard Book, and he was WRONG and it is AMAZING and everybody should read it.
Now it is time for me to go drown my sorrows in NyQuil and Middlemarch (even I am capable of reading Uppity and Mentally-Improving Things from time to time, so you can see how much good it does. You might as well just read fucking children's books).
Erin
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