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And now it's time for me to come across as a callous bitch. Whee, fun!
When I'm bored out of my mind, I read. Lately I've come across various articles/stories about people drowning, or nearly drowning, in the ocean. Usually the Atlantic, but not always. I'll admit it. Drowning stories bug me because I'm twitchy when it comes to the water. I swim well enough to not die in a general enter the water sort of way, but it ain't gonna be pretty and if you come anywhere near my neck while I'm swimming, I will probably kick you. Sadly, most of these stories had quite a few things in common. Which leads me to this...
Attention Tourists: [and locals]
The ocean is not your friend. She doesn't care about you one way or the other. Let me repeat that. She. Is. Not. Your. Friend. The Atlantic in particular is an evil, heinous bitch. Keep that in mind when you're wading.
Avoid the ocean if there's a storm. You may look at the water, sure. Becareful of the lightning though. DO. NOT. ENTER. Currents and whatnot, people. If even the people of Sweet Valley know this, then you should, too.
And finally, if you can't fucking swim, stay out of the fucking water. Wade to your ankles if you must, but don't go too much further. I'm so tired of hearing about people who drowned or nearly drowned and then the story mentions, "didn't know how to swim"... the fuck? If you can't swim, don't get on a boat unless you're fleeing the damn country. If you can't swim, don't go out to where the waves break in big scary form. If you can't swim, don't fucking go into the water.
To make me happier, I'm now looking at books. So many pretty, shiny books out there for the coming year. It's enough to make me sigh with joy. Except... I have a pile of books home and I can't bring myself to read them even though I'm sure I'd love most of them. This has been happening a lot. It's not even that I've just read myself out, as that sort of burnout occasionally does happen. It's not that I'm more interested in watching my Netflix movies [dude, I still have one from last June, but on the plus side, at least it's been found again so I can watch and return. Score!] or anything like that. I just can't muster up the... energy? Desire? It's so weird. I could understand if I just wasn't interested in books at all. It happens, even if it's not due to burnout at all. The ideas still thrill me. I still want that bookcase and want to fill it and have a special library book shelf and... but you present me with any of the books I was looking forward to even a couple of weeks ago and I just say meh. What's that?
These all look fantastic. So what's my problem?
Hrmm. Of those, the library only has the last on order. They also have wintergirls [Laurie Halse Anderson] on order, so duh, that goes on the wishlist. See? I'm all about the book-love! But... ARGH.
I'm off to either read [yes?] or listen to the commentary for the S1 finale of Pysch. Which is, I think, the only episode that season that needed the scenes they cut from it, because the end felt exceptionally choppy without 'em, and also, just a weird, weird episode. I should not feel badly for the bad guy and then have it swept away, people.
When I'm bored out of my mind, I read. Lately I've come across various articles/stories about people drowning, or nearly drowning, in the ocean. Usually the Atlantic, but not always. I'll admit it. Drowning stories bug me because I'm twitchy when it comes to the water. I swim well enough to not die in a general enter the water sort of way, but it ain't gonna be pretty and if you come anywhere near my neck while I'm swimming, I will probably kick you. Sadly, most of these stories had quite a few things in common. Which leads me to this...
Attention Tourists: [and locals]
The ocean is not your friend. She doesn't care about you one way or the other. Let me repeat that. She. Is. Not. Your. Friend. The Atlantic in particular is an evil, heinous bitch. Keep that in mind when you're wading.
Avoid the ocean if there's a storm. You may look at the water, sure. Becareful of the lightning though. DO. NOT. ENTER. Currents and whatnot, people. If even the people of Sweet Valley know this, then you should, too.
And finally, if you can't fucking swim, stay out of the fucking water. Wade to your ankles if you must, but don't go too much further. I'm so tired of hearing about people who drowned or nearly drowned and then the story mentions, "didn't know how to swim"... the fuck? If you can't swim, don't get on a boat unless you're fleeing the damn country. If you can't swim, don't go out to where the waves break in big scary form. If you can't swim, don't fucking go into the water.
To make me happier, I'm now looking at books. So many pretty, shiny books out there for the coming year. It's enough to make me sigh with joy. Except... I have a pile of books home and I can't bring myself to read them even though I'm sure I'd love most of them. This has been happening a lot. It's not even that I've just read myself out, as that sort of burnout occasionally does happen. It's not that I'm more interested in watching my Netflix movies [dude, I still have one from last June, but on the plus side, at least it's been found again so I can watch and return. Score!] or anything like that. I just can't muster up the... energy? Desire? It's so weird. I could understand if I just wasn't interested in books at all. It happens, even if it's not due to burnout at all. The ideas still thrill me. I still want that bookcase and want to fill it and have a special library book shelf and... but you present me with any of the books I was looking forward to even a couple of weeks ago and I just say meh. What's that?
These all look fantastic. So what's my problem?
Hrmm. Of those, the library only has the last on order. They also have wintergirls [Laurie Halse Anderson] on order, so duh, that goes on the wishlist. See? I'm all about the book-love! But... ARGH.
I'm off to either read [yes?] or listen to the commentary for the S1 finale of Pysch. Which is, I think, the only episode that season that needed the scenes they cut from it, because the end felt exceptionally choppy without 'em, and also, just a weird, weird episode. I should not feel badly for the bad guy and then have it swept away, people.