Skip to main content

Game of Thrones has ruined talking about the onset of cold weather

I believe last week is the first week I've never updated? I think? So here's some stuff to make up for that:





That was cool, right? Yeah, totally. So my life has become an ever-whirling maelstrom of chaos and busyness and yesterday I almost wept with gratitude because I had time to do laundry and take the clothes off the back of my chair. Most of the busyness that has pushed me over the top is entirely my own doing and I deserve no -- NO SYMPATHY. But friendship is what makes us human. No, that's not even true, because check out how sorry this raccoon is that he hurt his cat friend:




But as is sometimes the case in life, I also had stopped reading ennnnnntirely and only sort of kind of started again Saturday night when I finally finished Caitlin Moran's How to Build a Girl, which I will properly review and link up to the ever delightful Emily's blog since she hosted the readalong for it. Oh right, I also haven't looked at blogs in a week since many of them were talking about the end of How to Build a Girl and I did not want to be SPOILED.

Literary/bookness was not entirely neglected though...ok, I just spent ten minutes trying to think of ways literary/bookness was not entirely neglected, which makes me think it was completely. I did, however, watch some episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.


indeed

And I've mainly been singing...a lot. As I do that. Oh! And going to the RenFair in Kenosha, Wisconsin. I don't know about the RenFair in your area, but ours is kickass, and I was with a four year old who wanted NOTHING MORE THAN TO RIDE PONIES, which betters the RenFair experience so long as you are not trying to eat chili and cheese curly fries while she is asking, as those two activities do not go together. 

How are we all feeling about the oncoming fall? I realize it's the whitest thing ever, but I am legit excited about pumpkin spice lattes I AM SORRY I DID NOT THINK I WOULD BECOME THIS PERSON. I'm also excited because colder temperatures mean the grisly death of all fruit flies, and I've never truly understood psychopathic genocidal feelings until fruit flies descended upon my apartment. I did not think I could yell "YOU DICK" at a being smaller than one's smallest toenail, but oh, the many times that has now happened. The worst thing is, I usually yell it because the fly decides NOT to let me murder it. "STAY STILL WHILE I SMUSH YOU, FLY." But it is having none of it.

Anyone at all involved with the Midwest knows that last winter was so cold that only deep, entrenched laziness could keep us all here instead of executing a mass migration to New Mexico. But here we all here. Slowly becoming more and more terrified as the weather turns brisk. Delighting in fall with its profusion of stylish jackets but fearing the subsequent weatherman warnings that if you go outside for more than ten minutes, you will just be dead.

Oh, how I would like to finish you, Storm of Swords. And The Paying Guests. And that J.K. Rowling book from two years ago. GOALS FOR THE FALL. Along with killing every fruit fly that darkens my door. 



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Harry Potter 2013 Readalong Signup Post of Amazingness and Jollity

Okay, people. Here it is. Where you sign up to read the entire Harry Potter series (or to reminisce fondly), starting January 2013, assuming we all survive the Mayan apocalypse. I don't think I'm even going to get to Tina and Bette's reunion on The L Word until after Christmas, so here's hopin'.


You guys know how this works. Sign up if you want to. If you're new to the blog, know that we are mostly not going to take this seriously. And when we do take it seriously, it's going to be all Monty Python quotes when we disagree on something like the other person's opinion on Draco Malfoy. So be prepared for your parents being likened to hamsters.

If you want to write lengthy, heartfelt essays, that is SWELL. But this is maybe not the readalong for you. It's gonna be more posts with this sort of thing:


We're starting Sorceror's/Philosopher's Stone January 4th. Posts will be on Fridays. The first post will be some sort of hilarious/awesome que…

How to Build a Girl Introductory Post, which is full of wonderful things you probably want to read

Acclaimed (in England mostly) lady Caitlin Moran has a novel coming out. A NOVEL. Where before she has primarily stuck to essays. Curious as we obviously were about this, I and a group of bloggers are having a READALONG of said novel, probably rife with spoilers (maybe they don't really matter for this book, though, so you should totally still read my posts). This is all hosted/cared for/lovingly nursed to health by Emily at As the Crowe Flies (and Reads) because she has a lovely fancy job at an actual bookshop (Odyssey Books, where you can in fact pre-order this book and then feel delightful about yourself for helping an independent store). Emily and I have negotiated the wonders of Sri Lankan cuisine and wandered the Javits Center together. Would that I could drink with her more often than I have.


INTRODUCTION-wise (I might've tipped back a little something this evening, thus the constant asides), I am Alice. I enjoy the Pleistocene era of megafauna and drinking Shirley Templ…

Yes, Frances Willard was as gay as Oscar Wilde. But in a lady-way.

Yup. We're gonna do it. We're gonna talk about Frances Willard and gayness. Look, it's not a major part of her life, and it's definitely not the main thing she should be remembered for, but the fact that a line is being put out that she was totally straight is complete hogwash and it upsets me.




The thing is, I get when people say it's anachronistic to put the cultural concept of "gayness" onto a person from a century other than the 20th/21st. I get that. And usually agree with it. But Frances Willard is one of the gayest people in history. I have zero problem labeling her with that. The fact that she didn't have the language to describe what she was experiencing is upsetting, but she managed to have a seemingly full and satisfying life anyway, so I am happy for her.

And for people annoyed when gay people say that someone from the past was gay, here's the thing: When you're completely whitewashed from history, it is a matter of TOTAL DELIGHT wh…