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Month: February, 2015

Mutterfuckinggrumble

So much for not swearing, hey? Actually I’m not doing too badly at that, to be honest. I’ve reduced swears by at least 75% which means I’m down to swearing like a trooper from using swears as punctuation. No, the grumbles (and swears) are down to having hurt my back. Not sure exactly what I did this time – normally, there’s some form of twisting and bending involved. This time it was more of a gradual collapse of all the things to the point where I was standing there like a stuffed mullet looking at my feet and my shoes and wondering how on earth I was going to get these things together. Also, regretting my dislike of shoes that don’t attach firmly to my feet (you know, like slides and slip ons and thongs and the like)

But yay, I hears you say. All the reading you can do while you’re resting. You will have 50 books in no time.

Except for the can’t lay down in bed. If I’m sleeping, that’s fine. If I am awake and in my bed, it’s get up right now or else. Sitting on the rock hard dining chair is quite fine, sitting on the same chair with a cushion – not so much. Sitting up nice and straight in the recliner – if you must. Reclining said recliner? OMG NOOOOOOO. Fortuitously, I can lie across the couch. Weird, hey? But it’s not practical, so I’ve been mostly making like an old, slow, fat shark and keeping on moving. I can’t bend over, and I can’t lift stuff – Awkward.

I’ve improved a lot since it went all doo-lally on me, but there’s still at least four more weeks of me wombling around nagging the Minions to do all the housework. Chaos is rather good at putting on the washing (and has learned that it is important to pop the washing in the machine before he turns it on. Oops.) Mayhem still complains vociferously, and his sweeping technique involves idly swirling the broom around in circles not doing much of anything, however, he is quite good at vacuuming. Their future selves will thank me (and I may or may not be hoping they forget I really only need help while my back is in a state, and that they will continue to actively participate in housework when I’m back to what passes for normal.) Sir Reg is penciled in for some lifting of heavy things tomorrow.

Anyway, I’ve finished one more book – the second Veronica Mars book, Mr Kiss-and-Tell. OMG, it’s trash. But it’s the best kind of trash. There’s a fair bit of Logan, and Veronica *finally* moves out of her dad’s place (Ok, I know, she was living in NY for ages and went to college and everything, but this feels like a proper moving out of home type of moving out of home).   It’s a perfect read when one is a bit unable to concentrate on anything much. I liked it – two thumbs up from me. Plenty of snappy dialogue, lots of relationship angst and a couple of ooo-er moments. And yeah, looking forward to #3. Which is undoubtedly aaaaaaaages away.

So, I am alternating between lolling across the couch, and wandering around shouting orders at everyone else. House is tidy and the washing is done, so it’s working out ok so far. And if the whole thing is in fact down to stress (which it appears to be) – getting someone else to do the housework isn’t such a bad idea. Even if I have to nag a lot! Oh, and I’ve taken up my embroidery again – ok, I’ve done about five rows of a postcard sized piece, but it’s still NOT CANDY CRUSH!

The shoulder bone’s connected to the knee bone…

Or something along those lines…

After a ridiculous couple of weeks months, it appears that

  1. Summer is here.
  2. We have NOTHING on this weekend.
  3. I may get a chance to tidy up my damn house.
  4. And buy food.
  5. And bake (assuming it’s not ridiculously hot all weekend)
  6. And I may get to loll on the couch with one of the three books I’ve bought in the last couple of weeks.

Since my normal source of reading material has been in hiatus so to speak (Arrrr) and as my dalliance with its replacement seemed keener to offer me viruses than literature, I’ve um. Resorted to actually buying books Real, live PAPER books. This is quite unheard of – over the last few years, I’ve mostly bought cook books and the odd e-book, and acquired several dozen books by slightly nefarious means. So, since Christmas I have read three real live books and three and a half e-books. And a bit of another paper book (I think, it’s all getting confusing). And while I haven’t been writing about things, I have been wasting my limited time actually reading!

Here’s a wee list of the books I’ve read over the last month.

  1. Emergence by John Birmingham – explode-y goodness with monsters.  This book is best descried as a full ridiculous boys own ripping yarn. Now, Mr Birmingham shot to fame with a book about a felafel. However, since I’m not sure when, he’s been writing cracking alt.history type books (Axis of Time trilogy and Without Warning which are both pretty awesome. He also writes strong, proper women which is a bit unusual in this type of book where chicks aren’t purely decorative). Emergence is different in that the main character, Dave, is a bit of a dick. He’s a text book “looser” dead-beat dad and generally a bit of a moron. He’s the security guy on an oil rig heading back to work, and discovers there’s monsters on the oil rig. He whacks one about the head and it all starts from there. I was amused the whole time I was reading it – it’s just, well, funny. It’s not a laugh a minute type of book, but it’s a laugh. I can’t wait for the next one (March 1st. I’ve ordered it already!) My only gripe was, in light of the other books I’ve read of Mr Birmingham, the only two women in the story were side characters – one was a foil for The Dave at the start, and the other seems to be a bit of a lerve interest. However, I have it on good authority that there’s more women in the next one and Dave gets pulled into line a bit. I am looking forward to Book 2 (and Book 3, to be honest!). I’ll give it four solid stars.
  2. Three of those Preston and Child books. Again with the ridic, but strangely compelling as well.They’re not very good if you think about them too much, but as far as trashy holiday don’t want to think about too much goes – yeah. Definitely readable. I think I read book #8, #9 and #10, and I’m pretty sure I’ll go back and read the rest of them later (after I’ve forgotten how much they irritate me while I’m reading them!)
  3. The first Veronica Mars novel. Started slowly but finished well (I’ve just started the second one) It’s called “The Thousand Dollar Tan Line” and it’s true trash crime. Veronica Mars was always a secret pleasure of mine when it was on the telly, and I downloaded the film when it came out as well. She’s sassy and a bit of a smart arse and makes some pretty daft choices. But as I said earlier, this started slowly and got stuck right in and was pretty good by the end of it.
  4. Foxglove Summer by Ben Aaronovitch – yep. Another favourite series, and a worthy entry – although it ended a bit abruptly. I read most of it on a wet afternoon on our best winter holiday in the middle of summer we’ve ever had. This book is best described as urban fantasy – where weird shit happens and it’s usually down to a wizard. It’s very British in the humour, but hey – I like that sort of thing, plus I grew up with Python and The Goons. There’s a lot going on in this one – some flashbacks to earlier books, as well as the discovering a few things about a few characters. It really felt like the last two chapters were left out though. Disconcerting.

Anyway, that’s about it. I’ve read SEVEN books in about seven weeks. Winner! I’m reading Angel of Darkness by Caleb Carr as well as the second Veronica Mars. Plus, I have the new Neil Gaiman on the cupboard waiting for me. I’m also considering re-starting my library membership, but their e-books seem to lean toward cosies and not so much the thriller-y types that I prefer.