More shelfy goodness!

[blamebrampton]

The remaining Ikea shelves are up, the locals have taken care of the old bookshelf (in 15 minutes! New record time!). The books are mostly sorted, the duplicates are ready to be given away (and WHO has three copies of The Dubliners? What was I on?!) and old magazines that I have no articles in ready to be recycled.

So, after a weekend of domestic virtue, in which I even fed some friends' cats and helped a promising young writer with beta-ing, you would think that the universe would reward me with a warm inner glow.

No. Aching wisdom teeth. Sigh. And Revenge of the Sith is the only non-Olympic related thing on telly. Bah. Anything that can make Ewan MacGregor seem charisma-free is to be shunned. I am taking my book and my hot toddy and going to bed.

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[frayach.livejournal.com]

and WHO has three copies of The Dubliners? What was I on?!

Dude. It happens. I, myself, have two copies because when you get it into your head that you just *must* read "The Dead" again or die, there's only one thing to do about it and that's to drive to your nearest bookstore and buy another copy :D

Speaking of The Dubliners check out the frightening one-line synopsizes of each story on Wikipedia. While they're all accurate, they manage to squeeze every drop of magic from the stories until they're just dried up husks. I mean, my god! The synopsis of "Araby" would make God himself weep!

Also, I'm with you on the Olympics. I'm absolutely furious about their happy little lala land tone. I happened to catch a glimpse of footage from Tiananmen Square last night and had to remove myself from the room or risk going off on an hour-long tirade. My husband has been informed he may only watch them with the volume turned down so low that I'm unaware of their presence in my house.

And lastly? The Star Wars movies would be funny if they weren't so very sad. *shakes head* It was quite a feat they accomplished, though: making watching Liam Neeson and Ewan MacGregor about as interesting as watching grass grow is no small undertaking.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, that was bad. Thanks for sharing!

It turns out I have four copies of The Hobbit and of Gulliver's Travels, though I will say in my defence that the former is different imprints, which were all presents.

Even the non-Olympic channels have too much coverage on their news, which is how I developed today's irrational hatred for Michael Phelps (the poolside posing was so gauche). I'd avoid the telly, but there's a lot going on!

And YES! How did he do it? It's as though he wrote an anti-script and made anti-films. He has anti-talent!