oh dear.

January 29, 2009 at 11:04 pm (about books, i'm too old to be a fangirl but..., jinxing myself, life in general, simply flabbergasted, work shmork)

If you are ever feeling like you are the most awkward and awful person on the planet and that no one could ever stick their foot farther in their own mouth than you just did, just walk into your nearest academic research laboratory and wait. Sooner or later, someone will say something so fantastically ignorant and self indulgent that you will realize that you are, in fact, more normal and level headed than you thought. Trust me on this. I think it has something to do with how we were all nerds as kids. Sometimes it’s me, but usually the students in my lab say what they think is clever but is actually incredibly horrible. Case in point: don’t put down an entire religion while someone of that religion is standing only two feet away. Seriously, people. Think it through. I don’t tell my sushi-loving friends about all the horrible parasites they could be ingesting while they are eating their sashimi, and that’s actual science. It’s just common sense and decency.


Also, Neil Gaiman never Twittered me back but I think I’ll survive. I wonder if Jim Butcher or Christopher Golden Twitter?


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my apartment is making weird noises…

January 27, 2009 at 10:02 pm (about books, i'm too old to be a fangirl but...)

…and I think it’s because I’m moving books from one room to another, several bookshelves at a time. So now my apartment floor is readjusting to the redistribution of weight, you see. Thus the strange noises. Right? Or monsters. Whatever, as long as it isn’t rats- one of my rats totally gave me what was coming to me today by biting the #$*$%&#) out of my finger at work today. And I say I deserve it because, um, well, I figure whenever the rats bite me that hey, good for them! Bite the man! And at work, I am the man to the rats. Right? No, it must be monsters as well.

Aaaaanyway, my brain is full of crazy because I’ve been moving my two overloaded fiction bookshelves out of my work/bed room and into the relatively empty living room, effectively covering the fireplace (that I never use and I actually worry the cats poop in) and opening up much needed space in my bedroom. While moving books is always a pain, organizing books has to be one of my most favorite things ON THE PLANET OR ANYWHERE ELSE. Not only do I get a chance to just look at and handle all my books, but I get to see what books I really need to reread. Sometimes I discover books that I bought but never read due to some distraction or another. I love it!!

Now I have to decide if I want to read Neil Gaiman’s American Gods or Neverwhere first. I loved both of those books the first time I read them, and I desperately want to read them again. The question is, which first. American Gods left me with a feeling of “Oh.” while Neverwhere left me feeling “Ah..”, but the journeys to each conclusion were epic. I actually think I’ll read American Gods first, but I sent the amazing Mr. Gaiman a Twitter to get his opinion. If he responds I will totally squeal like a little fan girl, I have to admit.

Off to read…even though I haven’t even finished putting all my books away…

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Snapshots of my soul

January 7, 2009 at 10:13 pm (about books, blog-a-day!, just pure awesome, life in general)

This blogging every day thing is hard! I’m not witty or interesting everyday! So, today I am cheating. So many people (2) commented on the bookshelves in the background of a recent Kiwi picture that I’ve decided to share my bookshelves with the world. I love looking at people’s bookshelves. I don’t trust people who don’t have any bookcases, or those people who hide their books. Have you seen those beds with storage underneath specifically for books? That bothers me. One time the boy suggested we take some of my books to Half Price and I nearly left him. Seriously. Once as a kid my brother threw a book at me and I was so mortified that he would do such a thing to a book that I didn’t even tattle on him. Not right away, anyway. The only thing that saddens me about using an ebook reader (oh so sexy…) is that I feel like now my bookshelves are being neglected. However, it will make it a bit easier to move!

Without (much) further ado, here are my most prominent bookcases. I was going to clean them up for this but then decided that would be dishonest- my shelves basically always look like this. If you click on the pictures they link to my Flickr pictures, which have details and tags, as well as some more pictures.

The fiction shelves:


The (mostly) nonfiction shelves:

I also have an impromptu “bookshelf” in the closet from textbook overflow when I wanted to claim a little bookshelf for crafting supplies:

The boy’s bookshelf (I’m trying to get him to read more books-damn I think it’s sexy when boys read. He occasionally surprises me and says “Hey, I’m reading this random book I pulled this book off your shelf” but there’s never any rhyme or reason to why he picks a book):

Now picture me exhaling a sigh of bliss….

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