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M&Ms and Nintendo Suck

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

Last Friday night I ended up staying up almost all night with lots and lots of stomach pain. This led to a very exhausted and nauseous and headachy Saturday. At some point I had just two of the speckled minty m&ms I’d gotten, and was incredibly nauseous all over again. That’s when my husband reminded me that he’d had to stop getting m&ms at work occasionally because if he had them for a couple of days then skipped them, he’d get splitting headaches. I stopped with the m&ms, and felt better. I wonder if it’s all those colorings they put in them, because I couldn’t see anything else in there that I don’t have in other chocolates. But normally I don’t tend to get candy bar type of chocolates with lots of colorings and such in them.

In fact, oddly enough, in this case I bought them largely because they looked cool. I wanted to photograph them, because they had this funky shimmering speckled coating. At least they did, in fact, photograph well:


Minty Goodness by ~ErrantDreams on deviantART

Luckily I felt better in time to go visit friends on Sunday, which was fun. I ended up trying out their Nintendo wii because they spoke so highly of it, even though I knew, KNEW that if I did, I’d be lost, and I really didn’t want to buy a console. Anyway, Cathy and I played bowling (way too much fun), and I had to try out billiards, fishing, and that weird game where you ride a cow and try to knock over scarecrows.

Here’s the great thing about the wii: it’s the console made for casual gamers. And as much as I love to game, when it comes to video games I consider myself a casual gamer. I have a husband. We have lots of great friends. We have hobbies that take up our time. I don’t have the time for hours and hours of gaming at a time most nights. I love the kind of silly, entertaining games that you can play for ten minutes at a time if you want, and companies have really stepped up to the plate in delivering unusual and original content for the wii.

So, yeah, I’m hooked. I really want one. But here’s the thing: it’s way past buzz-generating time, but it’s still freaking impossible to get one of the things. We tried every store in the area; no go. Not a one of them could predict when they might get them in. I finally found an online store that claimed to have one in stock (Toys ‘r us) only to have them yank it from my order because it wasn’t really in stock (of course they left all the accessories on order, so I canceled the rest of my order). The ones listed at Amazon are listed way above list price, and are being sold by merchants I’ve never heard of, so I don’t trust that they aren’t going to repackage a broken unit given the demand.

Eventually I did find a bundle at Walmart.com that was supposedly in stock; I’m still waiting to see if the order actually ships.

But seriously, there’s no logical sense to this. Why put up barriers to people’s ability to give you money? I understand that at first they do it to create buzz, even though I loathe that tactic, and frankly I try to avoid anything that’s being sold in that manner. Now, however, when the thing isn’t new, there just isn’t any point to it.

Of course, rumor has it that the lack of units is due to a production problem. I find myself very curious as to whether that’s the case.

 

So far this week we’ve posted two reviews, of Bertrice Small’s Dangerous Pleasures and Carole Hart’s Pleasure U. To be honest, I’m a little behind on my reviewing this week in large part because I’ve been playing around with photography and Photoshop a bit too much:


Silly Play by ~ErrantDreams on deviantART

What happened to the crazies?

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

Have you ever wondered what happened to the few truly off-the-wall people you’ve met in your lifetime? The ones where you found yourself thinking they were due for a meltdown of epic proportions one of these days, and you just hoped you weren’t around when it happened?

I’m not talking about the folks who have a few problems, or have a variety of mental illness that’s controllable & livable. I’m talking about the ones you expect to someday read about in connection with a spectacular suicide, a horrid spate of killings, or the like.

When I worked at MIT, I once had a co-worker who fit into that bracket. My supervisor and I started treating him with kid gloves and trying to stay out of his way. My supervisor heard a tale that he had been stopped by campus security when he started screaming at some random woman he didn’t even know, saying apparently, “it’s your fault! It’s all your fault!” He was caught stealing a piece of equipment worth thousands of dollars from one of the labs, and even though he resigned after that, he was hired back by our boss, who saw him as the son he’d never had. One day he walked past my desk and, as I happened to click my mouse to go from one open program to another, he suddenly said, “You’re hiding something from me! You’re always hiding something from me!” and RAN off down the hall. I just stared after him with my jaw on the floor.

Not surprisingly, both my supervisor and I quickly got new jobs elsewhere. We both were of the opinion he was going to blow, and we didn’t want to be around when it happened. For the most part I don’t think about him, but every few years I wonder, what ever happened to him? Did he melt down, is he as weird as ever, or did he get some sort of help?

What’s your weirdest story of having to deal with such a person?

Virginia? And a movie

Monday, June 9th, 2008

It’s strange, but… after almost four years in Maryland, we’re contemplating the possibility of moving once more. We moved down for my husband’s job, but for various reasons that’s ended up being farther away from the home we got than we had reason to think it would be. We’re both tired of the 2-3 hours taken out of his day for the commute, not to mention the gas costs for same. To make matters stranger, most of the wonderful close friends (we consider them family) we ended up making are in Virginia, which is also about an hour and a half from home. If we moved to a spot in Virginia about 20-30 minutes from those friends it would also be about a half hour from my husband’s job. And the property values in some towns there are lower than what they are here, it seems, so we could get a similar house for a chunk less money (in theory, anyway).

Pretty compelling, huh?

It’s just, well, it’s never fun to move. There’s so much to do, so many details to see to, and then you have to hope you sell your house… which seems tough when literally a third of the houses on your street are for sale and they haven’t exactly been going quickly.

Decisions, decisions.

Who knows. Maybe we’ll end up waiting until next year or the year after. I plan to keep an eye on the housing market; since we’re not in a hurry, if the right house comes along… who knows? But there’s no need to rush and compromise on something we won’t be happy with, at least.

 

Today’s reviews are of two romance/historicals. It really isn’t my favorite time period, but I think Allison Chase’s Dark Obsession is a good sample of the genre, and Joanna Bourne’s My Lord and Spymaster is an amazing book in several other genres (mystery, spy adventure) as well!

 

The below video of a young lady’s speech to the UN regarding the destruction of our world and resources is incredibly eloquent and moving.

On Tornadoes

Friday, May 9th, 2008

Furniture troubles don’t seem nearly so bad when you find out the house of some friends was torn up by a tornado and they aren’t even allowed on their own street yet.

Thank god they’re okay. When it comes down to it, that’s what really matters.

When I was 16 I got a phone call one early Sunday morning telling me that two of my best friends were dead. I can feel an echo of that reaction pounding in my chest, that sense that in just a moment, something unforeseen can change… everything.

Grrrr….

Friday, May 9th, 2008

Here’s the good thing about IKEA: while it’s true that a lot of their items are cheap in a pejorative sense, if you look around carefully you can get some great deals on some wonderful pieces of furniture. We found an awesome dining room set there, a couple of very nice dressers, and some bookcases we desperately need.

Here’s the problem: since there’s no way we could fit that stuff in our car, we ordered it over the internet and arranged to have it delivered. It arrived last night, and about half of it is going to have to go back.

Three bookcases were totally loose. As in, the shelves and hardware were stacked freely in the truck. The delivery folks even looked shocked when they saw that. One of the pieces of backing is cracked through; several shelves are splintered, crunched, or broken, even just at first glance; and we have no idea whether anything’s missing.

Several other boxes had been so thoroughly broken open that things got damaged or, once again, we have no way of knowing if anything’s missing—that’s a fourth bookcase and BOTH dressers. In fact, the only things we’re going to be able to hold onto are one full-sized bookcase, one narrow bookcase, and the dining room set. Truthfully a couple of those boxes were damaged, too, but the damage was little enough that we could see the items themselves weren’t damaged or missing anything.

Well, it’ll be an interesting test of IKEA’s customer service to see if we end up with what we ordered, and how difficult the process is.

 

In the interests of not simply griping on this rainy Friday morning, here are two review links and two cute cat pics. First, reviews of Crichton’s classic The Andromeda Strain and Pamela Clare’s new and fantastic Unlawful Contact. Finally, cuddly cat photos. Well okay, the first one isn’t so cuddly; if you tried, you’d probably get a few playful scratches:

psycho-chair

duo

Dagger-Star and Alpha Females

Monday, April 14th, 2008

Last week I reviewed Elizabeth Vaughan’s Dagger-Star, a fantasy-romance. The lead character, Red Gloves, is a female mercenary, and her love interest is basically a farmer. I enjoyed the book on a great number of levels: it possessed wit and humor; the characters had depth and dimension; the plot executed some unusual twists on the typical fantasy prophecy plot.

I also loved the somewhat unusual Alpha female to Beta male relationship.

This morning I read through the Amazon reviews, which were all over the map. Coming on the heels of skimming a discussion in a popular blog last week about men vs. women in which it quickly became obvious that some very outdated views of women still hold sway when folks think they’re talking anonymously, it left me with a few thoughts I had to put onto virtual paper.

First, a simple correction of perception. One of the opinions I saw on the book railed about the fact that Red enjoys and engages in one-night stands, and is casually sexual. To engage in a mild spoiler about her background, she was abused as a child. The reviewer thought it ridiculous that after such trauma, Red would be willing to sleep with a man at all, much less so casually. In truth, it’s not unusual for people who’ve been molested to become ‘hyper-sexual’ instead of the opposite—either can happen. From my knowledge of the subject (I’ve known multiple people from that situation and I was working on a psych degree from Harvard before we left Massachusetts, in addition to my own subsequent readings and research), I’d say the depiction was entirely believable.

Next, another reviewer said the book read as though the author had simply made her female character into a male and vice versa. I didn’t get that impression, although I can see how one might come to that conclusion. This makes the assumption that certain traits are exclusively female or male. If you have any kind of in-depth experience with the wide array of people out there in the world, I can’t see how you could seriously believe this, but as that blog discussion I mentioned proved, there are still plenty of people who do. While I’ll agree that there are traits that are more commonly female or male (or at least stereotypically female or male), I believe that’s a different issue that doesn’t preclude the depiction of, say, a strong, martial-minded female lead.

As an example of what I mean, one reviewer said that women simply don’t engage in emotionless sex—that this is strictly a male trait. I had to re-read that several times to be sure I was reading it correctly, because I was amazed someone could think that. It may be more common for men to do so, but it’s hardly an act that’s exclusive to them.

Finally, there are ways to make a character recognizably female or feminine without her having to wear pink or lace, cry at every opportunity, or get tied up in emotional knots at the drop of a hat. To my mind, Elizabeth Vaughan accomplishes this. Perhaps those who equate femininity with pink, lace, crying, etc. didn’t see it, but it seemed quite clear to me. Red had her softer side; it just wasn’t a stereotypically feminine thing, and to my mind that’s great. Many of the ways in which she was feminine or noticeably female were a part of her strong, Alpha personality, not in conflict with it. That’s only a problem if you think that females inherently can’t be strong, can’t be leaders, etc.

But then, I remember seeing a comment in that blog discussion that stated outright that men were suited to be leaders and women weren’t, so perhaps that’s what’s at issue. I wouldn’t have thought Dagger-Star to be so far ahead of its time in terms of gender depictions, but it seems that I was wrong. I hate it when I get a hard reminder that at the end of the day, a lot of men—and yes, some women—still believe all that crap about women being weaker, more foolish, unable to lead, etc.

The funny part is, romance novels often get accused of setting us back in this department, of perpetuating harmful stereotypes of weak women who need to be rescued by men. Instead, enough of today’s romances are being written by independent, strong-willed women that the opposite is coming to pass—many romance novels are now ahead of society in terms of promoting a strong, independent female image.

Special comment note: Look, the argument over men vs. women is already going on over at that other blog. If that’s what you want to talk about, go do it over there. If you want to talk about gender depictions in these kinds of books, great—as long as it stays reasonably calm and on-topic. I have neither the time nor the tolerance for yelling and name-calling, so if it happens, I’ll delete the comments and, if necessary, close comments on the post. (Go ahead, call it censoring—I don’t care.) I’m hoping my readership is small enough—and enough made up of all those cool, thoughtful book-bloggers instead of ye general internet audience—that I won’t have to worry about it. ;)

 

On a separate note, I give maybe 50-50 odds on posting a review today. I think I’ve caught my husband’s cold, so I’m not getting so much done.

Help women everywhere

Friday, April 11th, 2008

Not familiar with the concept of honor killings? Familiar with them but don’t know much about them or how you of all people might do something about it? Read this post by Azteclady over at Karen Knows Best; read Joss Whedon’s original 2007 post; and then pick up a copy of the book, Nothing But Red to help raise awareness and money for the cause. Heck, buy one for a friend, or a local library.

And please, do read Whedon’s post. I have nothing to add because he already said it all, far better than I could have.

No Reviews Today

Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

It’s appointment day. This morning I went to see my GI doc. The last HIDA scan showed no gallbladder problems (which doesn’t fit with the symptoms, but that’s the weirdness of the human body for you), so in about a month I’m getting an upper endoscopy done. Wheee. I’ve always wanted someone to stick a camera down my throat. (Yes, that’s sarcasm there.)

There’s nothing like invasive tests and chronic mild pain to make you feel like you’re getting old. Mid-30s shouldn’t be old. (Ick, I’m whining! I’d better move on to another subject, quick!)

In different news, I’m finally looking at the possibility of getting a digital camera—I’d really love to liven up the cookbook reviews with some home-grown food photography so you can see what some of the yummy results look like. My tentative pick is a Canon PowerShot SD1000—it looks like it’s good quality, and capable of taking crisp, clear photos, even when food is involved. And it doesn’t cost a fortune (well, when we’re talking digital cameras). Speaking of which, yesterday’s review was of Betty Rosbottom’s Coffee cookbook. YUM!

Tuesday Morning

Tuesday, March 11th, 2008

This morning I went shopping with a neighbor.

That sounds so strange. You have to understand, I’m not the shopping type. All those stereotypes about women and shopping? The only time they apply to me is when I’m in a bookstore or a kitchenware store, or MAYBE a gardening supplies store. And even then I’d much rather order online, and I try to make my shopping trips quick, preferably right after the stores open so they won’t be crowded. (In particular I hate, HATE clothes-shopping.)

Anyway.

We have this really nice neighbor. She’s short, kind of round, and a minister. I’m not religious, but she’s the kind of religious person I can appreciate, who constantly tries to live by her morals and ‘be a good Christian,’ but NEVER pushes her religion on others. Not once have I ever felt preached to by her. She’s just a sweet, sassy lady who cares about everyone around her, the kind of old-fashioned neighbor who’ll keep an eye out for you and yours, which is a rare thing in these times. I just love her to death—she’s the kind of lady you want to make cookies for and worry over when things don’t go well.

She invited me along to a Tuesday Morning store, which I understand I’d never heard of before because they don’t have them up north where I grew up. It’s actually rather fun—they get loads of discounted and discontinued stuff that hasn’t sold somewhere else, so you can get some great deals on nice stuff. I might even have to drag my husband back there for a couple pieces of kitchenware and furniture.

But mostly, it was nice to spend some time with the neighbor. Everyone tends to lump all religious people, or all people of a given religion, or all non-religious people, into stereotyped groups, just like everything else (such as that above-mentioned ‘women love to shop, especially for clothes’ stereotype). Atheists get accused of hating God or hating Christians all the time, just like Christians get accused of always trying to impose their beliefs on others. It was nice to have the reminder that there are plenty of us who are just people, who can have religion or a lack thereof be a strong part of our lives without having it separate us from our neighbors.

Differences only separate us if we let them.

 

Today’s review is of J.D. Robb/Nora Roberts’s Glory in Death.

You know you have great friends when…

Monday, January 28th, 2008

Yesterday was a D&D day. We visited friends in Virginia, brought rice pudding, ate yummy spaghetti (I think when you have kids with narrow tastes and you make lots of spaghetti, you must get awfully good at making great spaghetti), and played D&D all day.

You could tell a lot of folks had had a rough, long, or stressful week. People were unusually cranky. But rather than taking that out on their friends as I’ve seen so many people do, they let it out through their characters. Our characters yelled, pulled weapons on each other, and yes, I think we had to roll initiative several times when there was no one but the party members in the room. The group even got kicked out of a part member’s aunt’s home for a couple of days.

And then we adjourned for dinner and chatted happily around the dinner table. Or adjourned for the night and had hugs and “when are we getting together next?!” all around.

That’s when you know you have great friends—when you all can let your stresses out together through your hobbies and activities, and at the end of the night you all still love each other just as much as when you arrived in the morning.