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i am excite!
Well, I don't think I've ever had the honor of writing the worst story someone has ever read. Kind of makes me warm and fuzzy all over, unless that's just the gin in my tea.
In much more exciting news, Remix Redux 10 is open for business. Sign-ups are here. I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS, I CANNOT EVEN TELL YOU.
Also, I read the Hunger Games books this weekend.
OH MY FUCKING GOD.
I'm not sure what I was expecting when I bought these books. My reading habits are both cyclical and kind of erratic -- I'm currently in the middle of an epic non-fiction/true crime kick; six months ago all I wanted was old-school detective novels -- and right now my interest in fiction is pretty much zero. Also, the subject matter. I'm not all that into YA stuff as a rule1, and dystopian/totalitarian/post-apocalyptic/whatever stories don't really move me a whole lot, even when they're meant for adults.
The thing is, my son recently informed me that I'll be taking him to see the first movie when it comes out at the end of the month, and I really hate to watch movies based on books when I haven't yet read the books2.
So, dutifully, I bought the bloody books.
SO MUCH LOVE. OMFG.
I haven't read something I literally couldn't put down since... I don't know. Probably Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I started reading Friday afternoon, and I didn't really come up for air until close to midnight, when my mother wandered into my room and I was a little over halfway through Catching Fire.
MOM: Shouldn't you be in bed? You work early tomorrow morning.
ME: I can't sleep now! Peeta isn't breathing!
MOM: ...
ME: ad;lkajsdf;glkafjg;lkasdfjg
I ended up finishing the whole series late Saturday evening, and I spent the rest of the night flailing and looking for movie stills on the internet. The posters of President Snow are fabulous. M*A*S*H is one of my favorite movies of all time; my love for Donald Sutherland knows no bounds.
Full disclosure: I was shipping Gale/Katniss pretty hard. Which kind of made be feel bad for Peeta, because I really, really like him, but. Gale/Katniss. Only, I kept telling myself it'll probably end in tears, or whatever, until the Nut collapsed, and then I said and by probably, I really meant definitely. Mainly, I think I just wanted Gale and Katniss to run off and live in the woods the way they'd talked about.
Also, President Coin. I knew it. I fucking knew it.
*
All right. Time for bed.
1 That probably sounds faintly ridiculous from someone who's main fandom is based on a children's series, but you know how it is.
2 I made that mistake with Bram Stoker's Dracula. I really, really love that movie, but when I finally sat down to read the book, I couldn't not picture Keanu Reeves as Jonathan Harker, in a what has been seen cannot be unseen kind of way.
In much more exciting news, Remix Redux 10 is open for business. Sign-ups are here. I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS, I CANNOT EVEN TELL YOU.
Also, I read the Hunger Games books this weekend.
OH MY FUCKING GOD.
I'm not sure what I was expecting when I bought these books. My reading habits are both cyclical and kind of erratic -- I'm currently in the middle of an epic non-fiction/true crime kick; six months ago all I wanted was old-school detective novels -- and right now my interest in fiction is pretty much zero. Also, the subject matter. I'm not all that into YA stuff as a rule1, and dystopian/totalitarian/post-apocalyptic/whatever stories don't really move me a whole lot, even when they're meant for adults.
The thing is, my son recently informed me that I'll be taking him to see the first movie when it comes out at the end of the month, and I really hate to watch movies based on books when I haven't yet read the books2.
So, dutifully, I bought the bloody books.
SO MUCH LOVE. OMFG.
I haven't read something I literally couldn't put down since... I don't know. Probably Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I started reading Friday afternoon, and I didn't really come up for air until close to midnight, when my mother wandered into my room and I was a little over halfway through Catching Fire.
MOM: Shouldn't you be in bed? You work early tomorrow morning.
ME: I can't sleep now! Peeta isn't breathing!
MOM: ...
ME: ad;lkajsdf;glkafjg;lkasdfjg
I ended up finishing the whole series late Saturday evening, and I spent the rest of the night flailing and looking for movie stills on the internet. The posters of President Snow are fabulous. M*A*S*H is one of my favorite movies of all time; my love for Donald Sutherland knows no bounds.
Full disclosure: I was shipping Gale/Katniss pretty hard. Which kind of made be feel bad for Peeta, because I really, really like him, but. Gale/Katniss. Only, I kept telling myself it'll probably end in tears, or whatever, until the Nut collapsed, and then I said and by probably, I really meant definitely. Mainly, I think I just wanted Gale and Katniss to run off and live in the woods the way they'd talked about.
Also, President Coin. I knew it. I fucking knew it.
*
All right. Time for bed.
1 That probably sounds faintly ridiculous from someone who's main fandom is based on a children's series, but you know how it is.
2 I made that mistake with Bram Stoker's Dracula. I really, really love that movie, but when I finally sat down to read the book, I couldn't not picture Keanu Reeves as Jonathan Harker, in a what has been seen cannot be unseen kind of way.
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