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March: In like a lamb, out like… uh, a different lamb.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012 -- 7:54 pm

Poor March, no blog post for you.

Sorry for the long absence.  I'm not what really happened to March, it sort of just slipped in and then slipped right back out again like very sneaky, early spring ninja with nothing much of note to show for it other than my SHINY NEW iMAC OMG!  Yes, for anyone who has some how missed my fangirlish squeeing last month, I finally bit the bullet and retired my faithful old 2006 computer and its perpetual spinny beach ball of doom for the newest sleek model, complete with OS X Lion *rawr*.  It's fantastic to once again be able to run more than one program at the same time without my computer sputtering and coughing and wheezing like a 102-year-old man with asthma.

*Pats computer adoringly and spoils it with treats when no one is looking -- which really consists of force feeding Ghirardelli chocolates into its super drive while making disgusting cooing noises at it, and then a month later looking perplexed and distraught when her new computer dies on her without warning and only the curious, smoking smell of burning chocolate trailing from the CD slot.*

So April is here and with it promises a month full of exciting shinies~  Not only does it herald:

  1. the end of my first year of school (huzzuh!  Rejoice!  I get my life back!  ...Or at least I do for a couple of weeks before I start my two online spring classes... =_=;)
  2. my birthday (once again I am at a complete loss with remembering how old I'm turning unless I take the time to actually do the math, so I'm just going to refer to it as my 20-something birthday)

but it also marks...

  1. the start of the second season of Game of Thrones!  *Squee squee squee!*  I MUST FIND A TEAM TYRION SHIRT.
  2. the premiere of the new Avatar series, Legend of Korra!  *Even more fangirly squee-age!*
  3. the official (and long-awaited) Guild Wars 2 pre-order event (which just happens to fall on the same day as my birthday.  You can bet that the avid gamers in my life are far more excited for April 10th to arrive for this reason alone than they are for my birthday.)

And oh, I'm also going on a fabulous road trip this month to the Calgary Comic & Entertainment Expo!  Oh yeah, and did I mention that James Marsters and Patrick Stewart are going to be there?  And Stan Lee?  And Adam West?  And Wil Wheaton?  And hey, the rest of the entire Star Trek: Generations main cast (which conveniently is also half of the cast from Disney's Gargoyles, which I'm an even bigger fan of than Star Trek.)  This is going to be fabulously NERD-TACULAR.  :B

While we're down there we're going to visit the Calgary Zoo too, which I'm also excited about because I've heard it's awesome and I've never had the chance to go.  It seems like every time anyone I know plans a Calgary Zoo day trip, I'm always left behind.  (This makes Brenna a sad panda. A sad, adorable RED PANDA which I will see AT THE ZOO.)


Also, for anyone who's the least bit interested, I've added a new Twitter account (in addition to my personal one) that will be mostly centered around library and book/reading-related stuff that I find around the web and think is interesting.  I've set up an adjoining Tumblr account along the same theme.  FOLLOW ME AND LEARN LIBRARY-RELATED THINGS.  Or just laugh at amusing items like this.  That's cool too.

In which I shamelessly fangasm all over the “Song of Ice and Fire” series.

Sunday, February 12, 2012 -- 10:39 pm

It's been months since I last did a book recap, and in that time, many books have been read!  I haven't finished writing them all up yet, so I figured I'd pull the ol' "post some now and finish the rest later when you're not so lazy" deal.  God, I suck at this.

  • Taliesin (The Pendragon Cycle, #1) by Stephen R. Lawhead
    A retelling of the Arthur Pendragon and Merlin legend, this first book in the series is the first I've read that delves deep into Merlin's parents, their lineage, and the events that unfold to bring about the conception of the great wizard.  It was interesting in the sense that this version weaves the mythos of the lost city of Atlantis and its mysterious destruction in with the famous Arthurian saga, but if you're only in it for the Arthurian side of things then it's a rather disappointing start to the series; don't expect Merlin or Arthur to be popping up in any significant way here yet.  I struggled to connect with the characters and plot in this book, and while the story was decent, I found myself wishing I could just skip over it and get to the good stuff later on in the series with characters I actually recognized and cared about.  3/5
  • Be Ready When the Shit Goes Down by Forrest Griffin
    Sometimes you just need a completely ridiculous, nonsensical read, and that's where UFC light heavyweight champion, Forrest Griffin, comes in with his apocalypse survival manual.  Occasionally laugh-out-loud hilarious, often offensive, and even a bit genuinely informative at times, this book is a good in-between book reader, as long as you're not immediately turned off by Griffin's blunt, crude humor and can take the shit he says for a grain of salt and recognize most of it as the satire it really is.  My suggestion is to avoid trying to read this book in one sitting; take breaks, read something else, and come back to it now and then -- because a third of the way through, the poop and sex jokes, the macho man preaching, and the general buffoonery will begin to get old.  3/5
  • The Wise Man's Fear (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #2) by Patrick Rothfuss
    The second highly-anticipated book in the Kingkiller Chronicle fantasy trilogy, continuing Kvothe's story both in and out of the University.  It was a great follow-up to The Name of the Wind; the characters are great, the story is fantastic.  Similar to its predecessor, there are a few lulls here and there (I personally could have done with about 50% less Fae-filled sexcipades,) but nothing unforgivable.  I eagerly await Rothfuss' completion of book three, where Kvothe will hopefully come into his prime and unleash his utter awesomeness and badassness to the world at large. 4/5
  • Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman
    Can't help but enjoy anything Gaiman writes, even if it is usually a bit of a crackfest half the time.  Similar to American Gods, Gaiman introduces a pinch of fantasy-filled, supernatural hijinks into the mundane life of Joe Shmoe -- in this case, good-intentioned Fat Charlie discovers both that he's the son of a god, and that he has a brother he's never met who's coming home to make his life considerably stranger.  The title alone of this book was enough to catch my eye.  My limited knowledge of various God mythology consists of a rickety foundation of what I learned in elementary school and from watching Disney's Gargoyles; however, coincidentally, one of the episodes of Gargoyles just happened to be based around the spider and trickster god, Anansi.  (See?!  Cartoons were always teaching me something.)  Gaiman spins a web that is high entertaining and engaging.  (See the pun there?  Yeah, sometimes I do that.  *Flicks her shirt collar up in a "too cool for school" move*)  4/5
  • A Clash of Kings (A Song of Ice and Fire, #2) by George R.R. Martin
    Okay, so even after my lacklustre review of book one, A Game of Thrones, I decided what the hell, and plunged into the second book -- and a good thing too, because holy crap, the story starts getting amazing!  *Wild and violent flailing of the fangirlish variety*  Seriously.  Book one was tedious at times, but by book two, I was hooked.  Tyrion, Jon, and Dany are still my favorite characters, but the Arya and Sansa chapters even started getting interesting; Theon I could take or leave, and Joffrey is still a rotten little maggot that I want to punch in the face, but overall this sequel was vastly more entertaining than the first (even despite disturbing scenes depicting shadow demons clawing forth from bloody wombes which may or may not have damaged me permanently on some psychological level.)  D:}  I think it helped this time around that I had recently finished watching the HBO Game of Thrones series, so all of the plot stuff and countless characters that overwhelmed me from book one was conveniently condensed and solidified down for my poor brain.  Next time I get all snotty and turn my nose up at a series like this, I give you permission to smack me upside the head with something hard and heavy.  4/5
  • Merlin (The Pendragon Cycle, #2) by Stephen R. Lawhead
    The sequel to Taliesin, this book picks up where the first left off, and tells the story of young Merlin's years growing up.  I don't have much to say about this one since I didn't actually finish it...  *Shame clouds rain down shamey-filled rain*  I couldn't help it.  I had just finished reading A Clash of Kings, and I found myself in withdrawl; faced with the decision between the exciting prospect of plunging into the third Song of Ice and Fire novel or continuing to plod through a somewhat lacklustre retelling of Merlin's pubescence, I broke down and abandoned it for more epic fantasy, George R.R. Martin style.  While I don't regret my decision one bit (OMG THE THIRD SoIaF WAS SO AWESOME!), it was a little disappointing to leave Lawhead's series hanging like that.  Let's be honest though, the book wasn't really holding my attention.  This is probably due in no little part to both the fact that Lawhead's writing so far is pretty dry, as well as the simple truth that after reading Mary Stewart's Arthurian Saga a while back, other versions just can't hold a candle to it.  2/5

Obligatory first blog post of the new year.

Monday, January 23, 2012 -- 7:30 pm

Well, we survived our first bout of classic Alberta winter last week.  Given, it was much later than usual and didn't last very long (thankfully,) but it's nice to know we can always depend on at least one agonizing stretch of skin-biting frigidness that even gives Antarctica a run for its money.

While we were braving one of our infamous flash cold fronts last week, I caught an episode of What Not to Wear and couldn't help but feel a little chapped as I watched the 30-something hapless fashion victim of the day be stripped of her baggy sweaters and sweatpants and don a new wardrobe full of cute, flowery tops and adorable strappy sandals.  That's all well and fine when you live in balmy Florida, or hell, even Chicago, but where are the fashion gurus for us poor Albertans?  Where's our What Not to Wear: Freeze Your Ass Off Canadian Edition?  I'd like to see Stacy and Clinton make me look respectable in giant, clompy winter boots, a parka, and oven mitt-like ski gloves, achieving style that is both sexy but will also keep me from freezing to death in -40°C while waiting for the bus.  Good luck with that, TLC.


Also, since I'm already feeling cynical and ranty, why are mothers always so chipper and smiley in paper towel commercials?  You know what I'm talking about: a pristine white kitchen, a child sitting at the dinner table, and out of no where the little goon is splattering pasta sauce all over the place; enter mom, who gives little Bobby that little smile and shake of the head, as if saying "oh, you little scamp," and then proceeds to demonstrate how easily one sheet of Bounty can wipe up that tough spill.  High five, little man!

Ugh.  Seriously, what the hell?  It's as if there is nothing more adorable in their world than their obnoxious, bratty four-year-old smearing chocolate sauce or finger paint all over the counter top.  Fuck that.  That shit would never fly in our house.  That kid would get a sharp smack on the ass and be sent to their room without any freaking pasta, chocolate, or dinner at all to speak of.  Little hoodlum.  It's bad enough that parents already spend most of their time running around cleaning up after their kids already -- but then the brat thinks it's funny to smear their greasy little rugrat hands all over my counters?  They should make a more realistic commercial where the parent shoves a roll of Bounty in little Bobby's grubby fingers and orders him to clean up his own mess.  "And put some elbow grease into it!" as my dad used to say.

Sorry, I don't know what prompted the impulsive television ranting.  Obviously I haven't had enough homework to keep me busy this semester.  *Knock on wood*  More blogging later when I actually have something to blog about.

Homework break.

Saturday, September 17, 2011 -- 11:27 pm

Well, I've survived my first two weeks of being a student again.  This whole going to school full-time and working in the evenings makes for some extra long days and is a whole unpleasant flashback to high school that I'm not loving, but what can you do.  I figure as long as I continue to keep on top of the assignments and not give in to my horrible and occasional habit of procrastinating ¬_¬ then I should be able to finish this first semester without pulling a nutty.  *Stern face is stern*

Overall, I'm enjoying the program so far, with exception of one of my five classes -- I have a lingering resentment left over from high school of anything resembling an English class, so I'm desperately trying to find a way to use transfer credits to drop my compulsory Eng 111 slot (which would detract a considerable portion of stress, frustration, and extra unnecessary workload from my life over the next four months.)  However, with NAIT's record of epic failure in the area of establishing reputable course syllabi of any kind, I'm not holding out much hope.  It's not that I'm worried I won't pass the class -- I've always done well in English classes, but that doesn't mean I enjoy them at all.  It doesn't help that the instructor in this instance gives off a first impression of being a bit of an arrogant, condescending snot; I know I'm not the only one in the class who bristles each time we're addressed as if we were a group of eight-year-olds.

Speaking of fellow classmates, a perk of being in a very niche program like Library Technology is that practically everyone in it has some element of geekiness to them -- whether they're a book geek (okay, well almost all of us in this case are book geeks), an anime geek, a video game geek, or whatever else, there's usually at least something you have in common interest-wise with any random person you sit down beside.  It's cool when your instructor says that one of her favorite books is Harry Potter and the entire rest of the class is all "FUCK YEAH HARRY POTTER!" :B  and no one looks at anyone else like they're crazy.  It makes for a pretty comfortable atmosphere even despite the huge age demographic among students.  The library program has a fairly diverse mix of fresh-from-high-school teens, 20/30-somethings, and even middle aged and older individuals -- so the generation gap is definitely a little jarring at times... but again, we've all got our fair share of geek on so it's not too hard to make conversation.

Did I mention that there's a man in my class that looks like a slightly younger and less haggard looking Michael Douglas?  It's awesome!  I keep imagining him standing up in class and randomly bursting out into character monologues from Ghost and the Darkness or The American President. He would look rad in a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches.

On a completely un-school related note, a new season of America's Next Top Model started this week!  Guilty-pleasure joy!  XD

I have seen the future and it is space TV.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011 -- 8:17 pm

This past weekend a Shaw rep came and hooked up our brand spankin' new PVR!  When we changed up some of our Shaw cable/internet plans we were pleasantly surprised when we found out a free PVR was built in to the new cable box, and let me tell you, I love the this magical box!  The ability to pause live television is ingenious.  "OOH OOH, LOOKIT ME!  THERE GOES THE DOORBELL, NO WORRIES, I'LL JUST PAUSE MY SHOW LA LA LA LA!"  *Happy armflail*

You know what else was happy armflaily-filled?  Cowboys vs Aliens!  I don't care who they are, those movie critics are crazy -- CvA was awesome.  I mean, come on.  It has cowboys.  And it has aliens.  There are no surprises in this movie and no disappointments.  The movie delivers 100% on everything the trailer promises, (plus with the perk of sexy Daniel Craig in a cowboy hat!)

In comparison, you know which movie wasn't awesome?  Captain America.  I went in looking for the same radness that Iron Man and Robert Downey Jr. delivered; instead I got a two-hour long American propaganda-filled battle scene with bad acting and a bad script.  Maybe the Marvel magic lies entirely with the wonderful Mr. Downey Jr?  Or maybe Iron Man just has a way cooler costume.

Face it people, sometimes we humans are just nummy treats.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010 -- 9:24 pm
Mood: 09 You know I have too much time on my hands when...

I've been watching a little bit of Discovery Channel's Shark Week and it got me thinking. In all of the survivor accounts from shark attacks, someone always remarks that the shark always "mistakenly" attacked the person. You've heard it, all this crazy talk about "Oh, the shark thought the surfer was a seal."

The HELL? When a grizzly bear eats an innocent camper, no one ever says "Oh, well the bear mistook her for a giant salmon," or "Oh, the bear confused him for a gangly-looking, walking, talking raspberry bush." When a cougar stalks and kills a hiker, no one defends the cat by insisting that the hiker resembled a deer. So why are sharks let off the hook so easily? I'm not saying that the unfortunate victim need go all Captain Ahab vengeancy on said shark, I'm just out for a little equal accountability for all creatures big and small here.

I just don't buy into this "sharks don't eat people and if they do then the shark was just very confused" explanation. Yes, a lot of the reports insist that the shark was just curious by the fact that after taking a chomp out of the dude's leg, they all of a sudden abandon the idea and swim off. I personally think we could safely chalk that up to a more plausible theory -- that the shark in question who decides it's up for some Sunday Surfer Supper often realize that while we human prey are vastly stupid and easy to catch, we're also a royal pain in the ass once we're caught. After all, I doubt many seals they grab start to sucker punch them in the eye and kick them in their soft, fleshy gills. BAM! POW! BIFF! Maybe a Great White is just lazy when it comes to messing around with food that fights back and is quick to abandon us for some sweet smelling school of fish where all that is involved on Jaws' part is to swim straight and fast with his mouth wide open like a giant toothy fish net.

I have respect for sharks. I mean, obviously more so unbridled fear and overwhelming terror, but also respect. You think a shark can't tell the difference between a seal and a person? That they mistake the glint of light off an underwater wrist watch to be tasty fish? If I were a shark I'd be offended. I'd be all, "Fuck you, marine biologist, and guess what, you've just been added to my next weeks lunch menu. What's that, fancy pants shark researcher? You wanna say something about me too?"

So let's give the shark community a little credit here and say that more likely they were super hungry, there weren't currently any seals hanging around, "but hey, here's a convenient nibblet that was dumb enough to swim into my watery domain!" Luckily for humans, we have long agile limbs adapt at punching predators in the eyes with, which if I were a shark would be the last thing I'd want to put up with at the end of a long, grueling day. After all, I'd rather be labeled lazy than stupid. I have my shark pride to think of.