Really??
July 10, 2009 at 10:20 pm | In Comic Book Geekery | Leave a CommentTags: green lantern, ryan reynolds, superheroes
Ryan Reynolds is Green Lantern.
Yes: smarm, charm, cute as heck.
No: ALL smarm and charm, no real depth.
Playing an anti-hero like Deadpool? Yes. Playing a REAL hero, even one of my least favorite ones? I dunno…
I miss the days they were saying he was going to be Flash.
Serendipity of the awesomest kind
July 9, 2009 at 11:38 am | In Games, The Generally Boring Life of a Book Girl | 4 CommentsTags: sweet valley high
So I’m finally home, and the internet doesn’t get set up till tomorrow, so I’m in the “quiet room” at the local library, although it doesn’t seem very quiet. However, I can see into their computer room, and there’s a reflection of me in the glass that HAPPENS to be in front of a monitor, so it looks like I’m ON the monitor. I fit perfectly.
Speaking of serendipity–well, THAT was speaking of serendipity, so to get back to my original reason for posting: I was driving home and stopped in PA to have dinner with my aunt, uncle, and baby cousin. We happened to get there like an hour and a half early. It so happened that my cousin didn’t go down for her nap till late, so my aunt didn’t get my text that we were early for like an hour. It so happened that I was feeling cranky about the lack of shade and decided to drive around and find a shaded area. It so happened that I decided that, even though there was no shade, we would stop at the Goodwill to see if there were a couple books I could pick up for my daughter to read for those last couple hours (because it so happened that we didn’t get to a used bookstore over the weekend because of the holiday and leaving a day early). And then, it so happened that I decided to look around the little Goodwill store for no reason other than killing time, although I should have been doing my work.
And there it was.
THE SWEET VALLEY HIGH BOARD GAME.
All the pieces, all the cheese, RIGHT THERE. For $2.97.
The universe loves me. LOVES me. And I love it right back.
I’m totally playing Enid. She deserves the love.
Historical fiction for the win!
July 6, 2009 at 8:22 am | In Future Librarian, Life in General | Leave a CommentTags: library science
So I’m reading this article about library education, and it says that Britain had three applicants the first year they gave out certificates of proficiency. Only two of them got the the certificates.
WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE THIRD???
I want a miniseries! Preferably based off books written by Barbara Wood circa 1985.
The article I read yesterday was talking about how librarians with tattoos and/or who like to bellydance are self-conscious. Ignoring for a moment that label could be given to about 99.989% of people I know…did they ever think maybe the egg came before the chicken? That more people with these interests decided or–or were called–to librarianship? Or that our permissive culture is more forgiving of (ugh, I hate this word but let’s call it) eclecticism in professional life?
I have three tattoos, by the way, none of which are covered by a skirt or a short-sleeved blouse. (One on each inner wrist, one on my ankle.) It seems to me that the quotes the author is using–her own viewpoint, by the way, is difficult to figure out, although I think she might be anti-tat–suggest that librarians are going out and getting tattoos to be cool or something, not that the tattoos came first. Which is ridiculous. Then it’s like “Don’t be boastful or insecure when you write articles or blog about perception of librarians.” Uh…fuck you? The idea is that we look MORE insecure when we boast.
Or, you know, WE’RE HAPPY ABOUT IT. We’re proud to be librarians, and we want people to see us for, you know, US, and not some stereotype.
Hater. That’s right, Deidre Dupre or whatever your name is, you’re a hater. And I’m sad I couldn’t write “Deidre Dupre, kiss my academic ass” on my homework.
Anyway, I’m in West Virginia, getting some work done in a hotel outside of Clarksburg. It’s so pretty here. Too bad this is probably the most vegan-unfriendly place I’ve been yet. Fortunately, the hotel staff went above and beyond to make sure that I could have my dairy-free breakfast. Thank you, Gaby! (Oh heck, or was it Gabi? I’m still leaving her a nice comment, even if I can’t spell her name.)
Home tonight! I’m so excited…to move.
I’m in OH
July 2, 2009 at 10:11 pm | In Life in General, Vampire Diaries | Leave a CommentAlmost at the end of my trip, but no recap till next week (possibly weekend) because I’ve spent so long in cars the last few days I’m behind in my schoolwork.
Sorry about that.
On popularity
June 30, 2009 at 2:47 pm | In Future Librarian | 2 CommentsTags: library science, stephenie meyer, twilight
As I read an article on popularity and circulation, I cannot help but think to a time before I knew the plot details of Twilight. Can anyone else remember that far back? People were calling it “the next Harry Potter.”
I wish someone would go back and chart its popularity before and after it received that soundbite. I might even think of doing it myself, if not for all these articles I’m supposed to be reading right now.
My vacation is wrapping up.
June 29, 2009 at 10:02 am | In Life in General, Other Recs | Leave a CommentTags: true blood, vampires
I still have a little over a week to go, but most of that will be on the road. I haven’t done much reading–instead, I’ve been watching True Blood with my friend, and more swimming than I’ve done in one short period of time since I was about twelve. The first and third eps of True Blood were okay, but the rest is awesome. I’m glad I broke down and watched it.
Vampires really are getting to be over. The adult generation who didn’t fall into Twilight fandom have looked into a mirror of vampire romanticism, and they’re sick of it and embarrassed by their past selves. True Blood only takes their vampires half-seriously, and that’s probably the best way to take them. The vampires romanticize THEMSELVES; some humans in the show (and the audience, hopefully) know better and find them over-the-top and silly. But the show does a good job of portraying that–eventually. (The first ep, not so much, although now I think we’re supposed to see vampires through Sookie’s eyes.)
As adults, I think it’s difficult to stay invested in vampires–when you’re young, the idea of living forever is completely different than the idea of living forever as an adult. Either we know better than to want it, or we want it TOO much, especially as we watch our grandparents and then our parents die.
I’ve made the joke about veganism before, and how I can’t tell the difference anymore between meat-eating and blood-drinking, and there’s gotta be something to play with there. Mostly, it humanizes the situation, which True Blood appears to be doing over time too–we’re looking at a society, not a bunch of inhuman bloodsuckers. People who did not necessarily choose to become what they are, and removed from their lives into a completely alien environment. There is a sense of childishness to the vampire society, which pleases me; I don’t want vampires to be revered anymore. Their attitudes about humans don’t seem understandably lofty to me anymore, but no different from any group that thinks any other group is lesser by coincidence of birth–or, in this case, death.
I mean, really, the idea is this: you’re not okay unless you’ve transcended to ___. Vampire, Christian (in Tara’s mother’s opinion, anyway), etc. Or if you’ve transcended FROM–that is, human to vampire. Not human anymore? Not One of Us.
Anyway, we’re taking the kids to a “watering hole” to fulfill another requirement of our project, so I’ve got to go. Good times.
Borderlands 5
June 27, 2009 at 10:06 am | In Bad Stuff | Leave a CommentTags: borderlands, elizabeth e monteleone, speculative fiction, thomas f monteleone
So I’m reading this collection of “imaginative fiction” that my friend sent me. The first two stories are great, really, but dear God, the introduction. I have never read such a condescending, insulting introduction to anything in my entire life. However, I told myself not to blame the editors for the content, so I kept reading. I’m glad I did, but…ARGH. This is the fifth collection; you’d think someone would’ve said something to them? I wonder if the others were so RUDE. (For example, “Can you say stunted imagination? We thought you could.”)
Who edits the editors?
New quarter, new thoughts.
June 26, 2009 at 12:05 pm | In Future Librarian | Leave a CommentTags: libraries, library science
I am appalled by the comments I see around the internet about the “death” of libraries. (Here is an example, in the comments. Watch the film too, it’s loltastic.) I think the main issue here is that people don’t “get” libraries, because they see them from a very limited perspective: their own. Or maybe they live in smaller communities where libraries are places that have books you can check out and not much more.
They need to see the bigger picture, which is that libraries aren’t just places for storing the new Evanovich, but rather that their main function is to house information. INFORMATION. There will always be information, so there will always be a need for libraries. Now, the FORM of these libraries may change–see, for example, the Internet Public Library, or IPL–but to say that because some people own a Kindle, no one’s going to ever go to a library again is pretty ridiculous. Hell, I haven’t even met anyone who owns a Kindle yet.
The alternate, or perhaps parallel, evolution of the library is that of community center. What was once a calendar filled with story hours is now a calendar filled with story hours, Guitar Hero contests, book clubs, mortgage seminars, lock-ins, live bands. Families who cannot afford a computer at home can access the internet from their local library. Teenagers who are terrified of looking up websites like Scarleteen on their home computers can do so at their local library, finding the answers they seek. All this, and libraries still have books and magazines and music available–as well as DVDs, ebooks, and audio ebooks as well.
How can people say that libraries are dead? How can they not be excited about the evolution–no, let’s call it a revolution.
Viva las bibliotecas!
The Vampire Diaries: The Struggle, Part 3: Elena “struggles” with logic
June 21, 2009 at 11:40 am | In Vampire Diaries | 4 CommentsTags: lj smith, teenage romance, the struggle, the vampire diaries, vampires, YA literature
Only four things happen in this chapter: ~*Elena*~ is wrong about where Stefan is, Matt shows up, he figures out where Stefan is, and Stefan is rescued. And yet somehow, this takes fourteen pages. So let’s see if there’s something good to mine from all this:
First thing’s first: ~*Elena*~ is wrong. She’s declared that Stefan is under Wickery Bridge in the water, but Bonnie–HEY, ~*ELENA*~, REMEMBER BONNIE? THE GIRL WITH THE VISIONS?–says no, that doesn’t feel right. What does Our Girl do? Does she listen to the person making sense? Well, why go with something new when you can go with what you’ve always done?
Bonnie does not, by the way, remember saying that ~*Elena*~ shouldn’t go near the bridge. So we’re pretty sure now that Bonnie both has powers and is being used by something more powerful than herself. If we weren’t already. I forget what we know already. This chapter is going to confuse me even more in a little bit.
~*Elena*~ wants to go to the bridge by herself, but Bonnie & Meredith are like “Bitch, PLS.” They climb out the window–wouldn’t want to upset that guy that ~*Elena*~’s ineffectual aunt is dating–and ~*Elena*~ suddenly decides to grab some rope. Cuz ya never know when you’ll need rope, will you Paul?
~*Elena*~ asks Bonnie on the way there about oak trees. Bonnie says they’re sacred and powerful. ~*Elena*~ is now afraid of trees. (But not vampire boyfriends–chew on that for a little while.) She warns them of the crow, and Meredith immediately makes the connection to Bonnie’s murdered dog Yangtze. They make their way to Drowning Creek, which is actually…a river. Oh okay.
Bonnie, because this is a sequel, brings up what happened last time on the bridge. How they were chased. Oh, and then Meredith says “the old man was found with his throat torn open.” I dunno. I mean, it sounds like he died. Did he die? I keep changing my mind on that one.
Anyway, they wander around, building tension, and Bonnie says again that this isn’t the place. ~*Elena*~ knows she’s right, “[b]ut part of her was too scared to listen.” Sigh.
Seriously, I can skip a bunch of this because it’s “OMG WHAT IS THAT IN THE DARK” and “I AM ~*ELENA*~ I WILL SACRIFICE MYSELF BECAUSE IT’S ‘ROMANTIC.’” ~*Elena*~ sort of reminds me of Celine Dion. Did you ever read anything by that woman? Interviews and such? I envy her ability to see the world through “romance”-tinted classes. You KNOW that whether her husband beat the cancer or no, it would’ve been a romantic adventure for the two of them–so miraculous, or else so very tragic. ~*Elena*~’s brain seems to work this way too, but she manages to be way more annoying about it. More like Celine Dion singing than Celine Dion talking about her life as a woman with 7468 siblings living like Heaven Casteel without the incest-y like relationship with her faux-brother.
Er, getting back to the book, look, it’s Matt! Matt followed them from ~*Elena*~’s house. Here’s a fascinating line: “Matt thrust a hand into his pocket, rattling change.” What is this supposed to tell us? Matt’s so poor he doesn’t carry around paper money like Stefan would? (Actually, Stefan has FLORINS, so there.) I feel this is a code, and that I MAY have broken it, but I’m not sure. It’s supposed to remind us he’s the lesser of the two or three suitors we have here, maybe.
Again, we have ~*Elena*~ being wrong, wrong, wrong. She’s angry at him for following her–even though, strength in numbers and all that–and she rationalizes her anger and his presence by reminding herself of the stupid promise. Look, ~*Elena*~, I’m only going to say this once: it’s not about the bromance. Matt has feelings for you because it’s been like a month since you–his first serious girlfriend ever–dumped him for Eurotrash who may or may not have committed murder. Cut the guy some slack, sure, but also: Screw you and your constant sense of denial. Bonnie had the vision; SHE’S the one who can lead you to Stefan. Matt has feelings for you, don’t pull this bullshit:
“…[T]he thought of Matt sitting out there in his battered old Ford”–POOR MATT–”probably freezing to death and without any supper…it gave her a strange pang she didn’t want to dwell on.”
Why? Because it’s called GUILT, ~*Elena*~. Also, who says “supper”? She makes him sound like a fucking puppy dog. Could this character be any more irritating without somehow managing to merge with Bella Swan? And who says he didn’t have munchies in his car? And who says he doesn’t have blankets in there for when he sexes up the next girl he dates, because she won’t be oddly sexless?
Anyway, she apologizes to him–too little too late, you monstrous harpy–and, throwing him a bone, she outs Bonnie to him.
Uh…not your fucking place either, lady.
Matt is totally freaked, because he’s Mr Reasonable, but he’s game. (Matt is the best character in this chapter. Also the smartest.) Bonnie starts describing the place again, and mentions the word “tomb,” which gives ~*Elena*~ flashbacks, but it’s Matt who realizes that Stefan is trapped in a well.
Insert your Lassie jokes here, readers.
They determine that the well is probably at a farm closest to where Stefan’s car was found–and by “they,” I still mean Matt–and then there are a couple of descriptive paragraphs of how they get there, and moths in the dark, and hey, Meredith gets to do something: find the covered well. Everyone moves it together, cuz it’s DARN heavy–hmmm–and YAY (?), there’s Stefan! The plot can continue! ~*Elena*~ almost throws herself down the well in her joy–I’m not even kidding–and then Matt makes some AWESOME jokes about Bonnie’s supernatural abilities.
Holy crap, I’m back on Team Matt. Even though I can’t stop seeing him in my head as a balding teenager.
Anyway, Stefan’s as heavy as the well cover, and they ALL need to pull him out (and we’re told Bonnie is weak and impatient), and then ~*Elena*~ is super upset because Stefan isn’t snuggling her right off the bat. THAT’S HOW SHE KNOWS HE’S IN A BAD WAY, GUYS.
Mr Reasonable says that Stefan needs to go to a doctor, but we all know that’s a big no-no in vamp stories–unless you’re Nick Knight*–and makes ~*Elena*~ promise that there will be no doctors. When she does, he passes out “in her arms.” It has to be in her arms, you see, or else he seems weak, unmanly.
*Did anyone else find it hilarious that the doc and Jean Grey from the X-Men cartoon were the same person? SCOTT! JEAN! SCOTT! JEAN! SCOTT! ROCKY!
Oh right, so that’s it. My recap is blessedly short, and I’m going to take a nap. You know, like Stefan.
I love this post SO MUCH
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