Okay, I know I promised to myself that the first review would be the one for “A Song of Ice and Fire” series, but that would take a level of emotional implication of which I am incapable at the moment. I am far too chilled, too lazy, too liberated from any source of stress (finals are officially OVER!), but it will arrive one of these days. For now, an intellectual review of “The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories” by Angela Carter will need to suffice. This is a very short book, a collection of short stories, which I read in exactly one week (alas, only last Friday I hugged the immense tome of “A Dance With Dragons” farewell, while my tears crept down my face), but the reason why it took me 7 days to read 128 pages (albeit written in a painfully small font) was because these stories were like nothing I’ve ever read, true studies of folklore, feminist literature, supernatural and horror. And when I plan to use Skippy and Skipette (if you are unfamiliar with the names of the couple of neurons inhabiting and controlling my brain, you cause me great displeasure), I actually use them, so yeah, this was an in-depth read. I hope you enjoy my review of this tour de force.
Yeah, there are corpses that are less lazy than I am when it comes to blog writing. I will not invent an excuse. I refuse to stoop to such levels. But I will express my deep admiration for a movie that I’ve just seen and that I highly recommend. Of course, this goes against what IMDB, the putrid pit of lies and deceit, is saying, but after “Drive” has been given the immense grade of 8.1, Drive being basically one of the worst movies I have ever seen in my life, well, I can safely say that IMDB does not exist for me anymore, it is not a valid source of information anymore and it can go tear itself another asshole in whatever hell is destined for attention whore sites. Also, I will be reviewing the massive insult to intelligence that is Drive in the very near future. This will not be a failed promise, something I forget about or drop due to studies, laziness, carelessness or a desire to sleep. I have already commented about this utter piece of crap on several sites, and I will further destroy it here, in my own little kingdom. But not today.
…but some have more and they piss me off like you wouldn’t believe! I’m not gonna talk about how the government is the greatest control freak since the ancient priests, or how World War 3 is actually fought today in the form of Terrorism vs. Everyone else. I am not gonna debate world hunger, global disasters and the oncoming apocalypse in which I do not believe (well, maybe in a million billion years, but definitely not in god-damned 2012), because these problems are so big and vast, they engulf more than just a country, a city, a person. They cover everything and, though I believe they can be taken care of through mass organization and collaboration, that’s not gonna happen due to my rant, or even in the near future. I wanna talk about small issues that have blossomed everywhere in a “society near you”.
This is a post from the past, sort of. I wrote it on Sunday, but due to a system block, I thought I would lose the text and I copy-pasted it in note-pad, after which I copy-pasted it back. It looked like crap, and it really didn’t help with the reading. So I re-wrote it. Now, because I liked how it initially turned out, I wrote it exactly the same, retyping after the old one. If there are mistakes, it’s because I utterly HATE re-typing, I can never follow the line correctly.
On a sadder tone today, because yesterday I found out that my best friend, Anna, isn’t feeling that well, actually, she might be looking at medical treatment and bed rest for a couple of weeks and my heart is crying each second I think about how unfair and terrible it is. My best hopes go to you, my dear, and that goes for all of us. My post will be about change, what it means, how it manifests itself, and why sometimes, we need to stop fighting it.
Strangely, due to the coming of finals and other more relevant issues in my life, I have prolongued the appearance of this post, but since last night I suddenly remembered it in HD, and because my dear cousin, the latest reader of this little blog of mine has expressed his curiosity, I have decided to post it right now! This is a true story of what happened to me, my boyfriend and our 4 best friends, all of which have been mentioned here before. It is not something pleasant, and it brought me so much anger and frustration, that when I got home that crappy day, I almost clicked “Add to Cart” on the page describing a certain serated blade hunting knife I had expressed interest in years ago. So, here we go…
On the 14th of February 2009, freedom was reinstated over my life. Best Valentine’s day until then. I hate V-day. I will discuss this issue further in my blog, hopefully,on the actual so-called day of lovers. Excuse me while I puke a little to get the excess disgust out of my system. Anyway, after about 4 hours of sleep, we got on a train, a very early 5.30 am train and we left the sleepy little town, already covered in a thin layer of snow that promised greatness with altitude change.
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