Yes, this is me playing catch-up again. I’ve been in a bit of a blogging slump here lately and I’ve racked up quite a few reads during my hiatus. Donna has been rather emotionally abusive about the whole thing but I keep forgiving her because she always promises to never do it again and then she buys me a present (our blogging relationship may or may not be a healthy one). So with out further ado, here’s me talking about the books I’ve read lately:
I Am a Millennial
Originally posted on my tumblr blog, I felt the need to spread its un-love a little further.
I, with the rest of my class, and a few grades up, stand straddling the line between iPhones and unwashed flannel. Nirvana and the Jonas Brothers.
Let’s face it. Every generation has the old people looking at the young people and sneering at them, casting them disapproving glares over their ineptitude, their laziness, their selfishness and I WALKED UP HILL TO WORK, BOTH WAYS, IN THE SNOW, BAREFOOT. I’m not going to sit here and pretend I’m opining on Joel Stein’s Time article when I haven’t actually read it. I’m not going to assume he said anything nor form a third party opinion based on snippets of information I found in a Google search. I watched his video and found it funny because I actually have a sense of fucking humor about myself. As I sit here texting Laura and typing on tumblr.
If there’s chili powder in it, it’s gotta be southwest style.
I mean, really. Adding chili powder and beans to a recipe don’t always make it Southwest-y. It just makes you hot and bloated. Still, it’s good.
Too bad I completely forgot the red and/or green pepper in this recipe. My bad. I don’t think it had an effect on the taste. Just on the crunch. ’Cause this shit ain’t fried so don’t go thinking that. The crisp is the sear you do to the tortilla if you don’t fuck it all up in the pan. I got mine crispy enough.
0.25, M, I3
So this horrible, unfair, irreversible, throw-rocks-at-babies and kick bunnies thing happened and I’m going to tell you about it.
I haven’t been posting anything lately and here is where this horrible thing comes in- well, in part. I say in part because truth be told, I’d lost interest in blogging well before the thing happened. The thing finally happening sorta squelched any residual blogging interest that might have been floating around in my brain and since then I’ve had a real time attempting to say anything. I’ve written snippets of reviews, penned rants in my head, come up with mildly entertaining tweets and almost, almost told you about Chess Squares (here). But when I sat down to actually do these things, there was only one thing I could think of to say and it wasn’t anything like what I intended and the damn thing has happened every single time I’ve pulled up a blank page or clicked New Post. All those reviews, rants and ramblings go away and I’m faced with only one thing to say. So let’s say it, and get it over with so that maybe, next time, I can write what I want to.
Seeing Redd by Frank Beddor
Published: August 21, 2007
Publisher: Dial Books
Author: Website
Info: Goodreads
Alyss of Wonderland’s rules has only just begun, and already those who prefer chaos to peace are threatening to destroy everything worth imagining. Trailed by newly appointed royal bodyguard Homburg Molly, Alyss is doing her best to keep pace with the non-stop demands of being queen while attempting to evade Molly for a few private moments with Dodge.
Alyss’ life is a challenging mix of duty, love and tough decisions, and then a series of phantom sightings set fire to an urban myth of Her Imperial Viciousness’ return and have everyone…Seeing Redd.
Has Redd somehow freed herself and her chief assassin, The Cat, from the confides of the Heart Crystal? If not, then who has resurrected Redd’s brutal foot soldiers the Glass Eyes and set them loose to attack Wonderland on all sides? (goodreads.com)
I read THE LOOKING GLASS WARS, promptly fell in love with it and set myself on buying the next book in the series. That was a bit after I read the book and then SEEING REDD sat on my shelf for a while, getting lost in all of the other books around it. Until recently when I unearthed it and declared that I must read it for the good of my brain! My brain, it’s still thanking me.
YAckers Review: The Girl of Fire and Thorns by Rae Carson
GoFaT Carebear Stare! You’re just going to have to read our YAck post to figure what the hell that one is about.
Between being brow-beaten with fat references, flat characters and a nonsensical and completely idiotic power jewel we weren’t very kind to this one. A small handful did enjoy it. The rest of us gave it a new place to stick that Godstone.
This much mayo in a salad can’t be healthy.
If it’s fat-free it’s gotta be, right? I mean, I should be able to eat that shit by the spoonful like a bowl of pudding and not bust out of my skirts. Right after I stop throwing up. Because fucking gross.
But this salad? This salad I could eat on a regular basis. There ain’t nothing in it that’ll taste like shit (unless you’re one of those freaks that has a mayonnaise thing and is all like I CAN ONLY EAT REGULAR HELLMANN’S! And then you’re just fucking weird.) and all of the ingredients will actually fill you up. Thanks to the beans you might end up deflating a little throughout the night but hey. Beans are supposed to be healthy, right?







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