Sooo the Commonwealth Games are on about 5 different channels. Including both channel 10 channels. Wasn't that what they made One HD for? Sport? It's annoying, I have to miss Glee dammit.
Then Casey gets all mad at us for caring and was like "think about the athletes" rah rah rah. They don't do it for us. If we bitched about question time being on tv no one would disagree with us and tell us to 'think of the politicians'. Also, the thing about it being on 5 channels is a tad annoying.
Goddamn that nerdy guy on Criminal Minds is sooooo creepy. Like, he should be the serial killer every episode.
I have to re-bleach my hair.
I packed my books today. Holy cow it feels weird, I do so love my books. I love just looking at them. Love having them around.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
This is an excerpt from Born in Death by Nora Roberts.
She was a cop, a Homicide Lieutenant with eleven year on the job protecting and defending the hard, merciless streets of New York. There was little she hadn't seen, touched, smelled or waded through. Because people, to her mind, would always and could always find more inventive and despicable ways to kill their fellow man, she knew just what torments could be inflicted on the human body.
But bloody and brutal murder was nothing compared to giving birth.
How all those women with their bodies enormous and weirdly deformed by the entity gestating inside them could be so cheerful, so freaking placid about what was happening - and going to happen - to them was beyond her scope.
But there was Mavis Freestone, her oldest friend, with her little pixie body engulfed by the bulge of belly, beaming like a mental defective while images of live birth played out on the screen.
...Maybe pregnancy stopped certain signals from getting to the brain.
...She'd rather study a crime scene recording - mass murder, mutilation, severed limbs - than look up at some laboring woman's crotch and watch a head pop out.
I actually think pregnancy is much worse than this.
She was a cop, a Homicide Lieutenant with eleven year on the job protecting and defending the hard, merciless streets of New York. There was little she hadn't seen, touched, smelled or waded through. Because people, to her mind, would always and could always find more inventive and despicable ways to kill their fellow man, she knew just what torments could be inflicted on the human body.
But bloody and brutal murder was nothing compared to giving birth.
How all those women with their bodies enormous and weirdly deformed by the entity gestating inside them could be so cheerful, so freaking placid about what was happening - and going to happen - to them was beyond her scope.
But there was Mavis Freestone, her oldest friend, with her little pixie body engulfed by the bulge of belly, beaming like a mental defective while images of live birth played out on the screen.
...Maybe pregnancy stopped certain signals from getting to the brain.
...She'd rather study a crime scene recording - mass murder, mutilation, severed limbs - than look up at some laboring woman's crotch and watch a head pop out.
I actually think pregnancy is much worse than this.
Monday, October 4, 2010
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