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lantairvleaBe warned, there may be spoilers behind the cut.
So I finished the book last night. It left a bit hanging, but it's the first book in a six-book series, it's supposed to do that.
Anyway, It was, overall, a rather good book. However, some of the scenes were WAY too awkward and seemed posed. I had a really hard time identifying with the character's at times. Especially when, say, Axis and Faraday first expressed their feelings towards each other, or when Freefall was stabbed. The emotions just didn't seem to belong or, rather, they weren't explained properly. I like being able to identify with a character's emotions and reasoning and usually I can do it fairly well, but I had the hardest time getting into their heads at times. They just didn't seem to act properly, or, the scene was set up in such a way that it seemed entirely too staged, as if they were reading from a script rather than living their lives.
Of course, the book has it's good points as well and I'm tempted to pick up the rest of the series just to check it out and see where everything ends up. One of the best things about the book is that it keeps one guessing. The prophecy at the beginning keeps the mind tuggind and pulling at small details in the book to see how they'd fit or where they'll belong.
Which brings me to my thought. I want to write a large-quartered book, or, rather, a series of books dealing with a prophecy of some sort and . . . well, have the prophecy fail. I don't know why exactly I want to do this, but the idea strikes me as intruiging and it'd be rather interesting to write, say, six books about bringing this great and terrible prophecy true and have it fall into complete shambles at the last minute. Your typical prophecy books are rather predictable. Well, in a sense. They give you a prophecy in the beginning, the characters have to figure out how the heck they fit in with it and strive to bring it to frutation, in the end, the prophecy comes true and all is right in the world.
So I figure someone has to break the mold and do something outrageously different. Of course, I don't have the time to write some 1200 pages for such a series so I suppose it'll be waiting for another day.
I need to "sketch" more with words.
"The Ladykillers" is R . . . curses. I'm going to have to call Matt tomorrow and rearrange our plans, didn't realize that the movie was R, looked so good too, curse thee movie industry! Ah well, just a movie, not like I can't find things more worth my time.
It would seem that Glory has figured out that if there isn't a car in front of the trailer, the trailer isn't going anywhere so she doesn't have to put up a fit about going into the tailer. I swear that's it, because she went in PERFECT today even after I closed her up in the tailer and tried again. Twice. We put jacks under the back of the trailer for those wondering, so it doesn't tip when not attached to a vehicle. I'm going to have to test this theory Saturday.
It rained tonight while I was driving home from Life Drawing. Crazy amounts of rain with lightening and wind. Love wind and rain and energized storms with lots of power. Hopefully it'll be dry by Saturday so it won't affect work.
We gave our presentation/discussions today in Communications. As groups (there were three groups) we were supposed to find a topic, and set up a discussion panel. I was the moderator for our group so I had to direct the discussion and ask the questions. Basically I had to keep everyone active and talking with each other in our panel. I also had the job of introducing the discussion topic and summarizing what had been said. I was rather nervous and stumbled over some words in the intro, which left me a little frayed. One of the people in the panel kept on rambling and I wanted to cut her off, but wasn't sure how she would take it or if it would seem as if, i don't know. Maybe my mind thought it'd appear to be less of rambling if I didn't cut her off? Too late now, though. But, needless to say we still did rather well (-A for me!). I know the other three girls also snitched A's, but I'm uncertain about the guys (we were graded individually), but Prof. Man said the group as a whole did really well so I'm guessing it was A/B all around. It made me intensely happy.
Ha! I laugh, I laugh muchly, because he makes me giddy. Very few guys have had this intoxicating effect on me. Justin (worked at the Gilbert Jamba Juice) was one, Johnathan the first, really, and, well, gosh darn it! They all start with J! Oh, wait, tall Matt as well, so one of them doesn't start with J. Josh, right, harr. I suppose the thing that makes it worse with him is that I seem to be picking up vibes off of him that only compound my giddiness and thus make it rather hard to get through a conversation with something resembling a straight face. Yeah, go ahead, say it, I know you want to. It appears I have a crush of some sort, which is an intensely rare thing. If one has known me for any length of time, this thing should be apparent, I don't talk about boys much, or rather, ever, and all of my current relations with the opposting gender are on a strict "friends only" basis and I plan on keeping it that way for a while. Though it seems that hormones like to view it differently and cause myself to become rather giddy and hardly containable when around certain males. I'm grateful that such things are few and far between.
Hurra! My checks are actually starting to look descent again. Managed 26 hours last week *waves flag.* I need to pay for Kash's board next week. Also need to toss some money at my car payment and gnaw away at it a bit more. Hmm, $20 to spend for the rest of April (spend the rest on a new girth for my english saddle and some horse treats for Kash [spoiled boy]). I need some negative and slide sheets. I should check out prices for those *nods.*
It amuses me. Judy is going to have a 4' bronze Rhinoserous in her front yard. In case I've failed to mention it, her and Bob run a Masonry company called Rhino masonry (an odd note: one of their guys got 1st in the nation at a masonry contest in Las Vegas, NV a week or two ago). So they're going to have a Rhino in their front yard. I'll have to take a picture of it once they get it placed. Judy was taking measurements when I left for class today, she said it'd arrive this afternoon so I may swing by tomorrow and gawk at it before working Kash some. That is, if it's not too wet.
Must drop off check, must also sign up for Bio course. I've tried a couple times to do it online, but the accursed thing apparently doesn't want to register me for the class, evil piece of stuffing. So I'll go in tomorrow and formally sign up. Maybe I'll drop by RM and harass Herr Cole and some of my friends. Hmm, need to track down Kelly and get her number or something. I'm too much of a wuss to just go to her house and knock on the door (she's down the street and around two corners), so i'm going to hunt her down in class and drag it out of her that way.
This sends me off on another tangent. I still don't know if Nick can ski. I need to call him and we need to set up a day to hit Flag or Sunrise when the slopes open back up. He's been telling me he can ski for five years and I've always been a bit skeptical. Of course, he may well be skeptical of my own skiing abilities as I've been making comment on mine ever since he brought up his and bragged about skiing double blacks and soforth. I need to settle that this year, we shall see who can ski.
I'll kick off now before I leap onto another tangent and end up staying up all night. I started typing this around 10.20 . . . yeah, I've been typing a lot.
So I finished the book last night. It left a bit hanging, but it's the first book in a six-book series, it's supposed to do that.
Anyway, It was, overall, a rather good book. However, some of the scenes were WAY too awkward and seemed posed. I had a really hard time identifying with the character's at times. Especially when, say, Axis and Faraday first expressed their feelings towards each other, or when Freefall was stabbed. The emotions just didn't seem to belong or, rather, they weren't explained properly. I like being able to identify with a character's emotions and reasoning and usually I can do it fairly well, but I had the hardest time getting into their heads at times. They just didn't seem to act properly, or, the scene was set up in such a way that it seemed entirely too staged, as if they were reading from a script rather than living their lives.
Of course, the book has it's good points as well and I'm tempted to pick up the rest of the series just to check it out and see where everything ends up. One of the best things about the book is that it keeps one guessing. The prophecy at the beginning keeps the mind tuggind and pulling at small details in the book to see how they'd fit or where they'll belong.
Which brings me to my thought. I want to write a large-quartered book, or, rather, a series of books dealing with a prophecy of some sort and . . . well, have the prophecy fail. I don't know why exactly I want to do this, but the idea strikes me as intruiging and it'd be rather interesting to write, say, six books about bringing this great and terrible prophecy true and have it fall into complete shambles at the last minute. Your typical prophecy books are rather predictable. Well, in a sense. They give you a prophecy in the beginning, the characters have to figure out how the heck they fit in with it and strive to bring it to frutation, in the end, the prophecy comes true and all is right in the world.
So I figure someone has to break the mold and do something outrageously different. Of course, I don't have the time to write some 1200 pages for such a series so I suppose it'll be waiting for another day.
I need to "sketch" more with words.
"The Ladykillers" is R . . . curses. I'm going to have to call Matt tomorrow and rearrange our plans, didn't realize that the movie was R, looked so good too, curse thee movie industry! Ah well, just a movie, not like I can't find things more worth my time.
It would seem that Glory has figured out that if there isn't a car in front of the trailer, the trailer isn't going anywhere so she doesn't have to put up a fit about going into the tailer. I swear that's it, because she went in PERFECT today even after I closed her up in the tailer and tried again. Twice. We put jacks under the back of the trailer for those wondering, so it doesn't tip when not attached to a vehicle. I'm going to have to test this theory Saturday.
It rained tonight while I was driving home from Life Drawing. Crazy amounts of rain with lightening and wind. Love wind and rain and energized storms with lots of power. Hopefully it'll be dry by Saturday so it won't affect work.
We gave our presentation/discussions today in Communications. As groups (there were three groups) we were supposed to find a topic, and set up a discussion panel. I was the moderator for our group so I had to direct the discussion and ask the questions. Basically I had to keep everyone active and talking with each other in our panel. I also had the job of introducing the discussion topic and summarizing what had been said. I was rather nervous and stumbled over some words in the intro, which left me a little frayed. One of the people in the panel kept on rambling and I wanted to cut her off, but wasn't sure how she would take it or if it would seem as if, i don't know. Maybe my mind thought it'd appear to be less of rambling if I didn't cut her off? Too late now, though. But, needless to say we still did rather well (-A for me!). I know the other three girls also snitched A's, but I'm uncertain about the guys (we were graded individually), but Prof. Man said the group as a whole did really well so I'm guessing it was A/B all around. It made me intensely happy.
Ha! I laugh, I laugh muchly, because he makes me giddy. Very few guys have had this intoxicating effect on me. Justin (worked at the Gilbert Jamba Juice) was one, Johnathan the first, really, and, well, gosh darn it! They all start with J! Oh, wait, tall Matt as well, so one of them doesn't start with J. Josh, right, harr. I suppose the thing that makes it worse with him is that I seem to be picking up vibes off of him that only compound my giddiness and thus make it rather hard to get through a conversation with something resembling a straight face. Yeah, go ahead, say it, I know you want to. It appears I have a crush of some sort, which is an intensely rare thing. If one has known me for any length of time, this thing should be apparent, I don't talk about boys much, or rather, ever, and all of my current relations with the opposting gender are on a strict "friends only" basis and I plan on keeping it that way for a while. Though it seems that hormones like to view it differently and cause myself to become rather giddy and hardly containable when around certain males. I'm grateful that such things are few and far between.
Hurra! My checks are actually starting to look descent again. Managed 26 hours last week *waves flag.* I need to pay for Kash's board next week. Also need to toss some money at my car payment and gnaw away at it a bit more. Hmm, $20 to spend for the rest of April (spend the rest on a new girth for my english saddle and some horse treats for Kash [spoiled boy]). I need some negative and slide sheets. I should check out prices for those *nods.*
It amuses me. Judy is going to have a 4' bronze Rhinoserous in her front yard. In case I've failed to mention it, her and Bob run a Masonry company called Rhino masonry (an odd note: one of their guys got 1st in the nation at a masonry contest in Las Vegas, NV a week or two ago). So they're going to have a Rhino in their front yard. I'll have to take a picture of it once they get it placed. Judy was taking measurements when I left for class today, she said it'd arrive this afternoon so I may swing by tomorrow and gawk at it before working Kash some. That is, if it's not too wet.
Must drop off check, must also sign up for Bio course. I've tried a couple times to do it online, but the accursed thing apparently doesn't want to register me for the class, evil piece of stuffing. So I'll go in tomorrow and formally sign up. Maybe I'll drop by RM and harass Herr Cole and some of my friends. Hmm, need to track down Kelly and get her number or something. I'm too much of a wuss to just go to her house and knock on the door (she's down the street and around two corners), so i'm going to hunt her down in class and drag it out of her that way.
This sends me off on another tangent. I still don't know if Nick can ski. I need to call him and we need to set up a day to hit Flag or Sunrise when the slopes open back up. He's been telling me he can ski for five years and I've always been a bit skeptical. Of course, he may well be skeptical of my own skiing abilities as I've been making comment on mine ever since he brought up his and bragged about skiing double blacks and soforth. I need to settle that this year, we shall see who can ski.
I'll kick off now before I leap onto another tangent and end up staying up all night. I started typing this around 10.20 . . . yeah, I've been typing a lot.
