So, I read Dan Brown's Angels and Demons, and it was wonderful. Education, even. Any of you who don't know, wiki ambigram. Learn stuff. Its nifty. Oh, and screw all those people who think those who are mathematically or scientifically predisposed cannot also be linguistically inclined. Its fun stuff. Anyway, the movie... does not compare well to the book. If you feel like watching it, either don't read the book or just don't correlate it at all. They had to make necessary artistic shortcuts, which, personally, detract from the storyline if you want the movie to be a strict paper to film translation. All in all, not so bad, though.

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Side thought: Anyone really think the rest of the world is happy about the election because they want what's good for the U.S.?

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Turns out I don't need a zombie plan. Everyone around me already does. I just need to get to which ever one of them is closest.

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As children, most of us learn whining does not get you what you want. At least, this is what my parents taught me. Apparently, some parents don't teach this to their children. My team lead, yet again, was assigned a shift he didn't like. He proceeded to whine to our boss, who changed the schedule to suit this one person's needs. It was a fairly simple fix. He'll be working second shift, which he doesn't like, and I'll be working third, which he obviously really didn't like. I don't mind the shift. I mind the favoritism. This isn't the first, or even third, time my team lead has placed his desires before those of his team. I pity my guys today, considering my attitude today, but I love them all for putting up with me.

On a better note, Faith and I had a fabulous time at IHOP tonight after work cutting my pancakes into boobs. The last time, it was circumcising the sausage. Food art is so underrated in the fun category.

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Do jewelers infuse women's wedding bands with a hormone that nullifies the wearers' sex drive or does familiarity breed contempt?

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On an entirely different note, I finished Oath of Swords today. Quite an enjoyable read, and fairly quick. If you like David Eddings' work, you'll probably like this. The style feels a bit like Eddings, actually, although if you read David Weber, there are certain things you'll pick up on. It was a smidge episodic, with detailed events but a rushed build up prior to each key development. You will fall in love with the main characters,
however. Wonderful, complex protagonists and antagonist. Anyway, I really liked it, and I just wanted to share. =P

You want something for a really long time. You want it for so long, but are denied with good reason, so you place all attached feelings in a box. Then, you hide the box somewhere in the dark recesses of your mind. Suddenly, when those good reasons have disappeared, all of a sudden, your mind throws the box at you, cracking you in the figurative skull.

I don't know what to do with the box. I'm not even sure I'm brave enough to open it any more. I want, so very badly, but things changed very quickly. II almost feel like I don't want to move too suddenly, or my opportunity will vanish like a skittish animal. Perhaps its not real enough to me yet, due to a year of shoving all prohibited responses to the background, into the box.

This is the result of thinking too much, I believe. After the first response, now I've settled into the doubtful, over-thinking phase which I tend to enter at soonest opportunity. Sadly, I was giddy for days, bringing me flashbacks of high school and first loves, which is just silly, isn't it?

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Currently reading:

Kushiel's Mercy by Jacqueline Carey
March to the Sea by David Weber and John Ringo
When the Devil Dances by John Ringo
Oath of Swords by David Weber
Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks (you'll have to ask if you want to know why)
Screw the Roses by Philip Miller and Molly Devon (curiosity got the cat beaten, didn't you know?)

The first three, respectively, are book 6, book 2, and book 3 of series with which I am absolutely in love. I got stuck on David Weber because of Dad and Honor Harrington. If you really wish to start with a truly decent book, On Basilisk Station by David Weber introduces you to Honor. Disclaimer: You may fall in love with her and subsequently have to read the rest of the fairly long series. Should you choose to accept this mission, however, I do not think you'll be displeased. I blame my infatuation with John Ringo completely and utterly on Ray. He found out that books are my crack, and he momentarily turned into a dealer. The first hit is always free, ne? So, he hands me Ghost, and thusly am I addicted.

I did make the horrible mistake of telling Travis, B-rated zombie media lover that he is, I haven't seen any of the George Romero stuff. The next day at work he shows up with 8 movies and this book and directions. Read book, watch movie, nitpick everything the people do wrong. A stroke of genius if there ever was. I've always been one of those people who yell at the characters in horror flicks, "Don't go up the @%$#&*  stairs, you #$#%#$@!!" I'm really entertaining, I'm sure. Travis has now given me fuel for my critiquing; isn't that fabulous?

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After 2 years, and much complaining from the Sabrina department (love you, darling), I've finally rediscovered LJ. Who knows how long this time will last? I'm so fickle...

I just finished Gust Front by John Ringo ,  and ending a book is always hard for me if the author is good enough. Considering Ray has gotten me on a 5-month-long Ringo kick, apparently, I've decided this author is at least decent. First, the Paladin of Shadows series, which just as a sidenote, the faint of heart should not read. I'm still in the midst of  the 4-book March series, but Ray let me borrow A Hymn Before Battle, the book before Gust Front, devilish man. Anyway, I loved it, hated it, was utterly depressed and uplifted by it. I'm not sure if that's a comment on the author or my own emotional changeability, but that's a not something I want to figure out now.  Books immerse me, and I tend to get fairly attached to characters. This is not a good thing when you're reading military science fiction in general, or when you're reading John Ringo in specific. It's military sci-fi; people die. This is an unavoidable if-then clause. I, however, am slightly masochistic... and utterly hooked.

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I keep having this feeling that everything is sort of falling into place, even if it's not in exactly the way I wanted things. I'm learning to face down my control-freak aspect, because if I can't be all right with things going great out of my control, I will go insane. Beyond that, I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. My fiance that hasn't proposed to me yet and I are doing very well, for the first time in months. Who says patience (subtitled: stubborness and all other synonyms) doesn't pay off? My career is starting, which is a completely unexpected bonus, considering I thought I would have to stay in school for years to come. In other words, the two things that I've been working on for the past year or so are coming together and are showing every intention of harmonizing. Fantastic, right? Then what is wrong with me?

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