Words, Words, Words

I took a "what's your reading personality" quiz the other day.  I've always considered myself a bit of a book fiend, but seem to have trouble actually sitting down and reading lately.  Maybe I'm reading the wrong books.  Anyway, being somewhat addicted to these ridiculous quizzes, I just had to find out what my personality was.  In spite of the rather limited options for answers, my result was fairly accurate.  I got the book "aesthete".  Basically, it doesn't matter what I read, all I care about is how it was written.  It could be a poem or a play, a three volume tome or a short story, a romance or a tragedy, comedy or reality, if it is written well, I will read it.  I love the idea of that.  I've always loved words.  When I was in school, I would cover my notebooks with favorite stanzas from poems, quotes from plays, and paragraphs from books.  I have memorized "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" so T.S. Eliot's words are never far from my heart when I need them.  I want to cover my body with tattoos of words, to become the notebooks I tattooed as a student.

I wanted to set this up because I'm planning on doing a series of posts about book related things.  The posts will be about writing (of course), character development, and the art of fandom on different levels.  But I thought it would be good to let you know where I'm coming from as a reader first, not a writer, I want to be clear about that.  For some reason, I give off this writer vibe.  But I'm not, that's my sister (see the post about shameless sister promotion).

If you'd like to take the quiz yourself, here's the link.  Beware of ads, why Oprah needs ads on her site, I'll never know.  Also, there's an option at the end to click through each personality to see how you ranked.  I enjoyed that.

My Result

A Purist View

After watching Death Comes to Pemberley, I've come to the conclusion that I am a Jane Austen purist, not a Jane Austen enthusiast.  I wanted to throttle the powers that be for what they did to Col. Fitzwilliam's character.  I discussed it with a friend of mine, who did enjoy the show, and then I recalled that she also enjoyed the atrocity known as Lost in Austen.   Hence, my conclusion that I must be a purist.  And she clearly will take any form of Austen, no matter how outlandish, therefore, an enthusiast.

So this is a rant post.  Just a small one though.

The incredible injustice they do to the character of Colonel Fitzwilliam is inexcusable.  When he was the only member of that family to treat Lizzy with the respect she deserved from the first!  The treatment he gets from her in Death Comes to Pemberley makes no sense in comparison to Pride and Prejudice.   And then to see him transformed into an arrogant asshole, it's really beyond the pale.

This is my Colonel!  Don't you even mess with him.

It's That Time of Year

Just a quick note to say, "Happy Halloween!"

Halloween snuck up on me this year, sadly.  Only in this last week have I really been able to paint my nails orange and watch numerous Hammer horror films.  I even forgot to hang up my skeleton lights!  Shame on me.  But all is not lost!  And to celebrate one of my favorite times of the year, some skeletons.

Shameless Friend Promotion

I don't live in the Bay Area.  Or anywhere near it.  If I did, I would totally go to this very funny looking collection of 3 short films about the mysteries of San Francisco's micro climate.  And if you happen to live in the Bay Area, or anywhere near it, you should go for me.   Mark your calendars, November 11th at 7 pm.  Be there to support your local film makers!

TRUE AND REAL STORIES OF SAN FRANCISCO’S ECOLOGICAL ANOMALIES

The Daring Young Man

I just want to take a moment to appreciate how absolutely adorable Dick Grayson is as Batman.  

As a person just recently delving into comic books, I always considered myself more of a Batman "traditionalist", I guess you could say.  And Wayne not being Batman was an absurd thought to me.  But Grayson is still Grayson, no matter what color of tights he wears.  And he is a charmer.   I mean, just look at that smirk...totes adorbs as the kids say.

He  floats through the air, with the greatest of ease...

Woman Cannot Live on Tea Alone

Apparently, this is what bachelorette life looks like for me.  I consume nothing but tea.  And other things eaten with spoons.

With a Vengeance

A challenge has been set before me.  A challenge to write a blog, at least once a week.  It doesn't matter how mundane the blog, e.g. the atrocity of airport sandwiches, Jason Isaacs visiting my dream world (thank you, subconscious!), etc.,  just get one posted once a week.  I have accepted this challenge and with the help of quitting one of my two jobs, may be able to accomplish it.

This first post is merely a declaration of my intentions (how many times have I done this?  I have quite the fickle relationship with this blog).  And since I can't seem to get through any sort of reading nowadays without pictures:

This is my sole place of employment at the moment.  I might be selling my belongings to pay rent, but better that then another holiday season in retail.