I was doing my morning round of internet linkage, and I stumbled across this: Human ancestor ate bark like a chimp.
Now that's just embarrassing.
But maybe it was just that one hominid. Like, everyone else was like "WHAT ARE YOU DOING -- ARE YOU EATING *BARK*?" And he was like "I DO WHAT I WANT." And then the other monkey-people shunned him, and that's why he died alone, with bark stuck in his teeth. Or MAYBE he hilariously ran into a tree while chasing after a prehistoric roadrunner, and that's how bark got there. Way to make sweeping assumptions, SCIENTISTS.
I'm not having our ancestors disgraced by that one idiot. That'd be like super-advanced people millions of years from now finding a dude clutching Kim Kardashian's book and being like "Well, looks like the people from five million years ago were assholes." And HOW DO WE DEFEND OURSELVES? WE CAN'T.
...ok, after reading the article more carefully, it looks like they think at least two of these monkey-people ate bark. But I'll bet at least two people bought Kim Kardashian's book. So this proves nothing.
In other news, I BOUGHT A NOOK. And I like it way a lot, because of its page-flippy technology and built-in light that isn't hard on your eyes. I'd say "And now I don't have to feel bad about giving money to Amazon," but I've pretty much just been using my Kindle for library eBooks. It is splendid for that (now seems like the time to link to one of MY FIRST POSTS EVER: To Kindle or Not to Kindle). And since I'm wending my way through the Vampire Academy series now, I don't have to display this cover on the El:
|How very embarrassing indeed|
But whatever, I'm only 25 pages in and awesome things have already happened.
And in case you all worry that this will become a YA blog (WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT OMG), I'm still working on The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith, which was stalled for a while because Carol is being a dick and it's upsetting to me, but I've decided to soldier on and hope she gets less terrible, AND I'm working on True Grit, which I kind of love with the power of a million unicorns. Turns out, Old West-speak? Totally my thing. No contractions! Checked emotions! Long days of riding and then eating beans! So great.
I also started Carry the One, and I have Things to Say, but I need to get way further into it. So far: I am cautious, but intrigued.