Madness, literature, and appliances
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stephbgAbout 150 pages to go on the 5th and final book of Eddings' 5 part trilogy The Belgariad, and I am definitely into the swing of it now. Still not great writing, but easily digestible and commercially-friendly, and that's no mean feat. I can see the appeal, but it's taken a while to reprogram my brain to appreciate it. Or maybe the pending Twilight instantly makes anything else look good. Or perhaps a quick mental comparison with, say, Traci Harding makes Edding prose style seem so much more dignified, and less likely to make me froth. National stereotypes be damned.
Got myself out to one of the larger local shopping centres today. It was sufficiently busy that people were doing foolish and risky things in the carparks, even at the quiet end I usually aim for.
While I really prefer to shop for books at Fantastic Planet if at all possible, getting into town when they're open (and in a spoon-friendly manner) is proving frustratingly difficult. So I caved and went to the suburban A&R looking for John Scalzi's Zoe's Tale. Not there, and an unpleasant shelving system to boot. There're only so many shelves you can dedicate to marketing books outside the alphabetical system before the whole thing collapses into in incomprehensible blur. OK, maybe I was the one who was the incomprehensible blur today, but I was prepared to be a paying customer. I'm also in the market for some Stephen Dedman: hopefully FP has not only the author himself available on bended knee to service my every bibliophilic need, but copies of the two novels The Art of Arrow Cutting and Shadow's Bite.
I found my self distracted and tempted by half-price faux-fur throw rugs. Get thee behind me chenille.
One of my other goals was either a new saucepan or a small rice cooker. My preference was for the saucepan, being more versatile, but I couldn't find just the right one. Very important things, saucepans; one has to bond. In the end I picked up a small rice cooker to see if I can automate this important part of my diet. It was about the price I would have paid for a medium-quaily saucepan. I've actually been off rice for the last couple of weeks. Couldn't face it, but I'm sure we'll patch up our differences soon.
Food has been a strange thing lately. Because it's looking more and more like I have a nutrient absorbtion problem, it appears I may need to change my lifestyle again. In the short term this seems to be regular injections of fat and sugar to sneak some calories in past the guards. Cheesecake! To be honest I wasn't in the mood and it didn't taste as good as it does when you're feeding a desperate craving, but it had a bit of strawberry topping.
Appetite has been very flat and I think I've been in danger of developing a bit of fear of food. If I don't *want* to eat, and if eating anything makes me feel bad, why eat? Not that I'm disappearing or anything, but this disconnect between calories and nutrients in, versus those available for energy or storage is strange indeed. I've also had to stop some of my treatments for a few days so I can produce suitably distressed samples next week. Next time I see my shrink and dietician I shall have to raise the possibility that I may be developing an eating disorder of some sort. Not one of the usual ones I expect.
I also wanted more socks, but was horrified by the Lite "Ladies Explorers" in a range of insulting colours. I want socks so thick they'll make my ankles clash, and knee high to boot. Looks like that camping shop trip is still in the works.
Back home I managed a few bits of random pottering about and tidying. I like doing that.
Tonight a couple of Season 2 Trek episodes; so much better than s3. Kirk gets Space Lucky again.
Tomorrow hope to pop into the Art Gallery of WA to see tortured furniture with Husband. Take that, IKEA!
Got myself out to one of the larger local shopping centres today. It was sufficiently busy that people were doing foolish and risky things in the carparks, even at the quiet end I usually aim for.
While I really prefer to shop for books at Fantastic Planet if at all possible, getting into town when they're open (and in a spoon-friendly manner) is proving frustratingly difficult. So I caved and went to the suburban A&R looking for John Scalzi's Zoe's Tale. Not there, and an unpleasant shelving system to boot. There're only so many shelves you can dedicate to marketing books outside the alphabetical system before the whole thing collapses into in incomprehensible blur. OK, maybe I was the one who was the incomprehensible blur today, but I was prepared to be a paying customer. I'm also in the market for some Stephen Dedman: hopefully FP has not only the author himself available on bended knee to service my every bibliophilic need, but copies of the two novels The Art of Arrow Cutting and Shadow's Bite.
I found my self distracted and tempted by half-price faux-fur throw rugs. Get thee behind me chenille.
One of my other goals was either a new saucepan or a small rice cooker. My preference was for the saucepan, being more versatile, but I couldn't find just the right one. Very important things, saucepans; one has to bond. In the end I picked up a small rice cooker to see if I can automate this important part of my diet. It was about the price I would have paid for a medium-quaily saucepan. I've actually been off rice for the last couple of weeks. Couldn't face it, but I'm sure we'll patch up our differences soon.
Food has been a strange thing lately. Because it's looking more and more like I have a nutrient absorbtion problem, it appears I may need to change my lifestyle again. In the short term this seems to be regular injections of fat and sugar to sneak some calories in past the guards. Cheesecake! To be honest I wasn't in the mood and it didn't taste as good as it does when you're feeding a desperate craving, but it had a bit of strawberry topping.
Appetite has been very flat and I think I've been in danger of developing a bit of fear of food. If I don't *want* to eat, and if eating anything makes me feel bad, why eat? Not that I'm disappearing or anything, but this disconnect between calories and nutrients in, versus those available for energy or storage is strange indeed. I've also had to stop some of my treatments for a few days so I can produce suitably distressed samples next week. Next time I see my shrink and dietician I shall have to raise the possibility that I may be developing an eating disorder of some sort. Not one of the usual ones I expect.
I also wanted more socks, but was horrified by the Lite "Ladies Explorers" in a range of insulting colours. I want socks so thick they'll make my ankles clash, and knee high to boot. Looks like that camping shop trip is still in the works.
Back home I managed a few bits of random pottering about and tidying. I like doing that.
Tonight a couple of Season 2 Trek episodes; so much better than s3. Kirk gets Space Lucky again.
Tomorrow hope to pop into the Art Gallery of WA to see tortured furniture with Husband. Take that, IKEA!
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