italics will be the death of me
Aug. 18th, 2007 07:54 pmRight, I was going to post a contrast to yesterday's entry in order to talk about how I have been rather decently cheerful today, and most of yesterday, because yesterday I went to the mall and bought me a copy of Robin McKinley's Sunshine: mass-produced paperback, alas (apparently no-one but libraries gets the pretty hardcover; I can't find it anywhere), but not a rubbishy one -- it's sort of halfway between the travesties which are the Ballantine editions of Tolkien (pretty much the worst editions of anything ever in a country prosperous enough to know better -- the ink smudges when you turn pages) and the Crown Duel / Court Duel omnibus, which is the loveliest pocket-sized paperback I have ever owned; the pages are thin enough that the book falls open comfortably instead of having to be constantly prodded into submission. (Well, there's Thomas Wharton's The Logogryph, but it's supposed to be little; it's not little in order to save money. Also I do not own it but gorblimey prettiest book ever. The title page has got red ink.)
Anyway, yeah. Have spent much of today and yesterday reading Sunshine, and am happy because the text seems to be in the exact same positions as it is in the hardcover. (I am absurdly visual and get disoriented when I read different copies of books, because passages aren't where I remembered them. It's like going on holiday and coming back to find that someone's remodelled your house and put the bathroom on a different floor and repapered most of the rooms and replaced the kitchen linoleum.) Also, dear self, please take note: do not read books which take place a lot in a coffee shop when you haven't got anything sweet in the house; it will be unbearably torturous. To combat this, I made a chocolate caramel cake today, although this is really because Dad's church is having a picnic tomorrow and everyone's supposed to bring stuff, but also I have been waiting for an excuse to make this particular cake for some time, and now there is sugar cookie dough in the refrigerator, and I am in such a baking frenzy that I am trying very hard not to make![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
allie_meril 's cookies or that cinnamon roll recipe I just found and...ack. Am covered in sugary bits and flower and excess caramel and am headachey from too much sampling.
Am also exceedingly cross because iTunes BLEW UP AGAIN. It did this about eight months ago, right? All of a sudden nothing will play, so I close it, and when I pull it back up EVERYTHING IS GONE. ARGH. I mean, it's not gone-gone, all the files are still on my computer, but I have to re-import everything and ALL OF MY STATS ARE GONE, not to mention my playlists. I know, this is really silly, but my play counts are very important to me. I'm already pretty narked that the ones I had been working on for approximately two years disappeared last time; now I've got to start all over again and the stats aren't accurate and they match up with my last.fm stats even less and...this really should not bother me like this. Must go read about vampires and cinnamon rolls again.
Also, I hate female biology, and feeling like the human equivalent of that old hymn, "There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood".
Right.
*goes off to be cross somewhere else*
(Although cross is a definite improvement from Dire Black Hole Of Awfulness And Despair, so I reckon this is a step. Guys, I love you. ♥)
Anyway, yeah. Have spent much of today and yesterday reading Sunshine, and am happy because the text seems to be in the exact same positions as it is in the hardcover. (I am absurdly visual and get disoriented when I read different copies of books, because passages aren't where I remembered them. It's like going on holiday and coming back to find that someone's remodelled your house and put the bathroom on a different floor and repapered most of the rooms and replaced the kitchen linoleum.) Also, dear self, please take note: do not read books which take place a lot in a coffee shop when you haven't got anything sweet in the house; it will be unbearably torturous. To combat this, I made a chocolate caramel cake today, although this is really because Dad's church is having a picnic tomorrow and everyone's supposed to bring stuff, but also I have been waiting for an excuse to make this particular cake for some time, and now there is sugar cookie dough in the refrigerator, and I am in such a baking frenzy that I am trying very hard not to make
allie_meril 's cookies or that cinnamon roll recipe I just found and...ack. Am covered in sugary bits and flower and excess caramel and am headachey from too much sampling. Am also exceedingly cross because iTunes BLEW UP AGAIN. It did this about eight months ago, right? All of a sudden nothing will play, so I close it, and when I pull it back up EVERYTHING IS GONE. ARGH. I mean, it's not gone-gone, all the files are still on my computer, but I have to re-import everything and ALL OF MY STATS ARE GONE, not to mention my playlists. I know, this is really silly, but my play counts are very important to me. I'm already pretty narked that the ones I had been working on for approximately two years disappeared last time; now I've got to start all over again and the stats aren't accurate and they match up with my last.fm stats even less and...this really should not bother me like this. Must go read about vampires and cinnamon rolls again.
Also, I hate female biology, and feeling like the human equivalent of that old hymn, "There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood".
Right.
*goes off to be cross somewhere else*
(Although cross is a definite improvement from Dire Black Hole Of Awfulness And Despair, so I reckon this is a step. Guys, I love you. ♥)
