I noticed today that someone ended up on Mosaic Minds after searching for "fear of triangular spaces." I don't know who is afraid of triangular spaces but the concept intrigues me. Why would trianglular spaces frighten you? Is it fundamentally different from rectangular spaces, or rhomboidal spaces? I completely just spent six minutes looking for the adjective form of the word "rhombus." If you write to tell me that "rhomboidal" is the adjective for "rhomboid" and not "rhombus", I believe I will smack you like a red-headed stepchild, because one eventually tires of sifting through online dictionaries--but I think I'm right anyway because it says "shaped like a rhombus or rhomboid" and besides that, even if I was completely wrong and you were completely right, what sort of pleasure would it give you to correct me on such a dumb thing--really?
I bought about ten books at the flea market a couple of weeks ago, and while a couple of them were great and a few were pretty good, I'm horribly disappointed with two or three of them. I've officially given up on two--I refuse to read one more page. I gave up on the last one within three pages, and so two books in two days is pretty surprising because I will almost always go ahead and finish the book even if it's not all that great. I should go get it and quote the offending statement. ... ahh, here it is. First of all, the man's name is apparently Christian Hawksblood. That's freaking stupid in itself, but that sometimes happens with a certain type of romance novels, and it often doesn't really affect the quality of the book so no big deal. At the end of page one, the author suddenly stops calling him Christian and start referring to him as Hawksblood. On page two, she stops referring to him as Hawksblood and instead referrs to him as Drakkar--and his Arabian manservant (doesn't everyone have one of those?) thinks to himself that his master's Arabian name (Drakkar) suits him more than Christian does. Umm.. okay. Very odd, but still overlookable, given that it's page two.
It was at the very bottom of the third page that I gave up completely--I didn't even bother turning the page to finish the end of the next sentence. "I'll try not to overtax my strength, Paddy," Christian said with a leer. Hawksblood felt a sense of anticipation. He had glimpsed more than one lady who from a distance..." She referred to the main character by a different name within the same paragraph!!! Eeeek! How can someone think that's good writing, and moreover, how could an editor look past that?! It's awful. Truly awful. (Virginia Henley, Desired)
Did I mention my super-cool blog-readin' device? No? I spent a few minutes a couple of weeks ago adding a page on to my offline browser start page--nifty thing, I know I've mentioned it before. Now I have a narrow sidebar with the blogs I read listed, and clicking on one opens the page in the main part of my window. I tried reading blogs through newsfeeds, because I love the idea, but too many people do synposis feeds for it to be all that good (MT default, you know) cause you end up going to the site anyway, only you don't because it's too much clicking around. And now I can just go straight down the list. Very cool--one might go so far as to say that it's quite handy-dandy. But only if one were a major dork, or had actually seen said start page and would catch the joke. Oh, never mind.
One more very important thought before I head off to bed. I would probably kill for a Jello Pudding Pop. You know, the frozen things on a stick--we used to have when we were little. We got them as a dessert at school once a month or so. I'm pretty sure they don't make them anymore, or at least I haven't seen them. They were swirly, and deliciously cold and creamy and if I had some, I might eat a whole box. But then I would be sick and really wish I hadn't. I have this horrible feeling that freezing pudding wouldn't quite accomplish the same thing. More's the pity.
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