listening to: tori amos – black swan
This is one of those Tori songs that I’ve had on my playlist for a really long time, but haven’t come to appreciate until now. Tooooori!
Nnn. Managed to stay up until about 3:30am, finishing up Deathstalker Honor and starting into Deathstalker Destiny. I have a very…foreboding feeling about the ending of the series. And not merely because of the stupid prophecy some esper made about Owen’s “destiny” and well…everything else I’ve read. Having invested so many unbelievably late nights and long days and energy and emotion into this series, I would really like for it to end well, but I’m pessemistic enough that I don’t believe it will happen (note: if you have already read this series and are reading my blog and laughing at me because you know things, sod off!)
Something really trivial: I tend to have problems forming character images in my head. Mostly voicing. I know you don’t necessarily need that in reading books, but for some reason I do. Anyway, the author of the Deathstalker series, Simon R Green, is British. Should I be thinking of the character voicing as also being British? I haven’t been. Well, half the time I do and half the time I don’t. Like, with the random off-characters that usually end up being killed (a lot) or just never showing up again, they sound British when their dialogues are running through my head. But the main characters don’t. But they use all kinds of little bits of language that obviously belong to UK speakers (ie: “bloody”, “bugger off”, lots of other things).
Okay I’m going to…stop. I really want my own irrelevency alarm. Really. Get me one. You know you want to.
Sigh. Had to get up early to wash my car (read: Tadousha) before Insurance Guy came to look at it (Review of history of Talia’s car: My parents bought this used red 2001 Ford Focus station wagon back in April, with intentions of letting me use it in the future. The thing about the car is that it has a standard transmission with stick-shift, something which I really never had experienced before. Anyway, I got home from school and started learning the ways of stick-shift slowly but thoroughly. Everything was happy and wonderful until Erica embarked on a journey to South Carolina in our family’s VW Jetta, where a timing belt blew around Louisville, KY. Seeing as all our other cars are old and used and majorly falling apart in some way or another, my dad felt that the only car fit for her to continue the journey was *sob* my Focus. Of course there was nothing I could do about this, and of course I realize my sister needs a car, so I part ways with my car. Well, two days later, Erica calls to inform us that the battery in my car died, mysteriously. Of course the battery dieing sucked for Erica, but my sister had had a fairly bumpy relationship with all of the other Ford automobiles we’d owned. Specifically a red Taurus station wagon. We all thought that maybe this red Focus station wagon thing didn’t bode too well. Cut to about a month later, where my sister is now back in Chicago, still driving the Focus. Mind you, she lives in the city, not the suburbs. Anyway, approaching an intersection one day, she hears sirens, and sees an ambulance coming behind her. She gets over as far as possible, and slows down when she feels she’s out of the way, only to be slammed into from behind by a random Chicago-driver, who proceeds to tell her to pull over so they can talk, and then drives off. She is fine, but the rear-bumper managed to get itself pretty thoroughly destroyed. Cut to a week or so later, the Focus is back at home again, and my mother is going to drive it up Heller Ford to have a minor repair done, as well as an estimate for the bumper damage. Well, lah dee dah, the weather breaks loose on this day. Not only does my mother actually see the tornado that did in that factory near Roanoke as she’s driving to El Paso, but she gets completely hailed on. The hail gets to the hood and top of the car, leaving a few extremely excellent dents in it. So while she’s having an estimate on bumper repair done, my mom decides to ask them about the hail damage, too. The estimates turn up as such: bumper damage – $880, hail damage – $1200. Woo freakin’ hoo! Thus concluding the story of my car. I’m just starting to drive it again, what with the practicing stick-shift. I can drive the thing, but I have problems not sliding into people behind me and generally dealin with traffic. Hopefully this will all change, soon enough). Thanks to my mother’s desire to be thorough, the thing ended up being washed twice, basically. V frustrating, but effective, I guess.
So I guess I’m going to be playing cello for the Miller Park Theater production of Carousel, next week. I don’t know how I feel about it, other than the fact that money is good, and I believe we all get paid for this. I just hope nobody else gets shot, this year. Of course, it could in turn lead to an excellent spur-of-the-moment rap about some guy getting shot, again!!
(aside: for those of you who wonder about the car karma in my family, my sister’s VW Jetta died two days ago from a malfunctioning fuel pump. The end.)