The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
Life, The Universe and Everything
So Long and Thanks for All the Fish
Mostly Harmless
- Mood:
okay
- Music:Fleet Foxes - Mykonos
So here's to minor acts of semi-lucid dreaming, I guess?
True Blood tonight! This is something to be excited about. I need things to be excited about, because when I stop being excited, I get lame. Being lame sucks, therefore I need excitement
QUESTION: Would anyone be interested in receiving a random book from me? I mean random, because I have plenty of books I will never re-read, and they should go to people who might actually give them some attention. You can try to specify a genre you'd prefer, but most of what I have is scifi/fantasy. There are a couple of inspirational (non-religious) books, a few crafty ones, but mostly it's scifi/fantasy paperbacks. All comments are screened, so if you'd like a book, just leave me a comment with your address and what kind of books you like. I'll try to send you the one I've got that I think you'll enjoy most.
Daily memes a little later.
- Mood:
hot
- Music:Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head
Apparently, taking the train is cheaper than the bus. This may not be a new situation, but I have a very short memory, so.
But! The expense is not the point. The point is that Neil Gaiman and John Hodgman are going to be in NYC September 28th, and I would like a piece of that action. So. The train. It's $88 round-trip, with the coupon code, and I'd probably come down on Wednesday and leave on Sunday or some such.
So, should this happen (and I'd very much like it to), would anyone besides the Kaitness who is the cause of the trip like to make a claim on my time? :D
Also! Would anyone like a buttload of Star Trek novels? I even have three by William Shatner (plus his autobiography!). I just hate to throw out books, it feels like child abuse.
- Mood:
easily distracted
- Music:The Magnetic Fields - Long Vermont Roads
Anyhow. I helped my mom cook dinner tonight and discovered that yes, I can fuck anything up simply by being involved in its production, because it's hard to make chicken marsala bad but it wasn't very good. Add that to my already unhappy stomach, and... yeah.
I think I might make a different journal to keep track of this thing. Which is stupid, because I can never maintain other journals when I make them, but it might be better than going on and on about something no one cares about... wait, that's my journal in a sentence. Nevermind then. I might make a filter, though.
Would anyone like a hat? I have come to the conclusion that a) I have too many hats and b) I would rather send them to my friends than throw them out or give them to the thrift store. So, speak up if you'd like one. They're all clean and in good condition, I promise.
Mrrrg. Feeling decidedly unpeaceful. Two and a half hours until Prison Break and I feel like a jerk for not really wanting to watch it with my friends, but: rather be a loner than a bitch. Although I can do both at once. I don't know. More cleaning, more something.... I need to throw out like half the stuff I own and never use. Boxes and boxes and boxes of books I hate to part with but will never read again. Clothes that I may or may not ever fit again. Who knows.
- Mood:
bitchy
- Music:Ben Gibbard - Recycled air