Trash and Treasure
Mar. 17th, 2008 05:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogI guess nobody bit on my attempt to run some Cornell-Stanford smack the other day. Granted, these two institutions are about as far from the 'hood as you can get. I can just imagine the trash talk around the paint:
Cornell player: Yo momma so fat, her weight is the f of x as x approaches infinity.
Stanford player: Yeah? Well, yo coach so dumb his IQ is room temperature....Kelvin Celsius.<=== this will be important in comments;)
::both squads go out for G&Ts after the game::
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Besides, my plans are to minimize the talking of any kind, trash or otherwise, for the next few days. I GOT MAIL, and it's the Best. Freakin. Kind!
The Book Wot I Won arrived today, and already I am lurving it. Joss is keeping me busy trying to maintain a running count of the number of just Drop Dead Gorgeous phrasings versus the Laugh Out Loud And Spit Take lines. Through two chapters, LOLASTs are ahead, but it's close.
She also draws you into her characters' world as cunningly and beautifully as any spider ever came on to a fly. These are not return characters from either of her prior novels (although many in this particular Jossiverse do seem to be beset by varying levels of certifiable insanity, mostly of the inherited kind), but by the end of that selfsame second stanza, I knew these people. Cared about them. And will be fighting to keep myself from returning that book to the upright and unlocked position while having to do actual work the next two days.
Good thing it got here today, too, because if it hadn't, and if certain other financial instruments had, I would have been tempted to take matters into my own hands to lay autographing on my own copy of this work. You see, 24 hours from now, Joss will be in My Own Home State. A bit removed from this end of it, but Vickers? If you've got nothing else to do tomorrow night between 7 and 8:30, you would be blessed beyond words if you got thee to the Book House of Stuyvesant Plaza (dude! I know where that is! That ugly strip plaza right off the Western Avenue exit right before the 87/90 merge with the Fridays in it!) and gave this author the biggest of hugs from someone she's never met (and you've met for all of about 10 minutes).
If urges strike the next night, they'd need to do so in Hahvahd Squayah. That night, Joss is at the Coop from 7 until 8:30. Sara's actually hugged me once or twice, so I trust her with this task implicitly.
Even if you miss her, do not miss this book.
Cornell player: Yo momma so fat, her weight is the f of x as x approaches infinity.
Stanford player: Yeah? Well, yo coach so dumb his IQ is room temperature....
::both squads go out for G&Ts after the game::
----
Besides, my plans are to minimize the talking of any kind, trash or otherwise, for the next few days. I GOT MAIL, and it's the Best. Freakin. Kind!
The Book Wot I Won arrived today, and already I am lurving it. Joss is keeping me busy trying to maintain a running count of the number of just Drop Dead Gorgeous phrasings versus the Laugh Out Loud And Spit Take lines. Through two chapters, LOLASTs are ahead, but it's close.
She also draws you into her characters' world as cunningly and beautifully as any spider ever came on to a fly. These are not return characters from either of her prior novels (although many in this particular Jossiverse do seem to be beset by varying levels of certifiable insanity, mostly of the inherited kind), but by the end of that selfsame second stanza, I knew these people. Cared about them. And will be fighting to keep myself from returning that book to the upright and unlocked position while having to do actual work the next two days.
Good thing it got here today, too, because if it hadn't, and if certain other financial instruments had, I would have been tempted to take matters into my own hands to lay autographing on my own copy of this work. You see, 24 hours from now, Joss will be in My Own Home State. A bit removed from this end of it, but Vickers? If you've got nothing else to do tomorrow night between 7 and 8:30, you would be blessed beyond words if you got thee to the Book House of Stuyvesant Plaza (dude! I know where that is! That ugly strip plaza right off the Western Avenue exit right before the 87/90 merge with the Fridays in it!) and gave this author the biggest of hugs from someone she's never met (and you've met for all of about 10 minutes).
If urges strike the next night, they'd need to do so in Hahvahd Squayah. That night, Joss is at the Coop from 7 until 8:30. Sara's actually hugged me once or twice, so I trust her with this task implicitly.
Even if you miss her, do not miss this book.
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Date: 2008-03-18 12:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-18 12:09 am (UTC)You know, that stuff where you're from that makes me feel cold in August.
(What do I know, anyway? I'm only a 14 seed;)
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Date: 2008-03-18 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-18 12:04 pm (UTC)Boy Vols = 2 seed.
(But none of them probably know the difference between Celsius and Kelvin. Nor do I. :-P)
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Date: 2008-03-18 12:03 pm (UTC)Thank you for the book recommendation! I will check it out, once I've gotten settled and actually have time to sit down and read again. It does look like something I'd appreciate. :-)