Miscelleneous

Tea Beej, when she bought my luffly teapot and mug also bought me a handful of tea. One of my favs is the Bourbon Street Vanilla Rooibos. I know very little about tea, though I'd love to learn and intend to someday, but I do know this tea is yummy yummy. You can taste the bourbon vanilla really well without it being too strong, the almonds, ah so many nummy subtleties I could even begin to explain. Most revitalizing when you come home, make yourself do chores, then sit down and realize you have no energy left to write. ^__^

Pictures. Finally uploaded all my latest pics. They're all hopelessly pointless but I am pleased. I love the way the snow one turned out.

Peter Pan. Oddly enough, I was annoyed about something pertaining to this story the other day and tygati bringing it up again today reminded me. There was an officially licensed sequel put out in October, and I remember seeing it in the bookstore (and I would link to it, but I can't find a site that actually gives the premise, just blathers about the hospital releasing the license blah blah fucking blah). And I realize no one cares but me; every time I rant about this shit I get a proverbial pat on the head and "there, there." I should just give up trying. Peter Pan was not some pretty, wonderful, magical boy who did no wrong. He was a selfish fucking brat who had no concept of anything but himself at the end of the day. As most young, poorly raised children are wont to be. I remember reading the premise of the sequel and being vastly disappointed. Again, though, no one cares but me. It's better, apparently, completely fucking butchered with Peter as a glowing star. Whatever. I give up. I started my own sort-of sequel idea once, and I plan to rewrite it and finish it at some point. That will satisfy me and the world can have its shiny! Peter Pan.

Iris. It's utterly depressing that I have two Iris books sitting here on my desk (one a novel, the other a comic collection) and have no desire to read them. I motherfucking hated the short stories (minus Tsaiko's) and just the premise of the novel does not please. I bought them because I can't help myself, and I will cave and read at some point. But honestly - don't we ever get tired of that "homosexuality is against the law" as a premise? Come on, please. That's such a goddamn pathetic effort at creating tension and whatall.

Then again, I keep getting rejected. Do I really have the right to say anything anymore?

Huh. Somehow I've completely managed to depress myself. Off to torture Beraht now.