The devil is in the details
Feb. 22nd, 2006 09:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lectrix_lectiMy boyfriend's hair smelt like old books yesterday.
Mind, I very much like the smell of old books (provided it does not involve mould). It's just that he's been working at the library since September, and he's never come home smelling like that before, despite spending some of his time around books several hundred years old.
I've finished Stace's Misfortune, and I'm not entirely happy. It's very entertaining, but it comes down to a tired, overused plot, although it's brilliantly executed. There were absolutely no plottish surprises. None. Nada. But, as I said, very well done. Good take on the old foundling setup.
I have some disturbingly anal tendencies, like refusing to buy George R.R. Martin's latest in hardcover. This is because we have the rest of the series in paperback, and heaven forbid my books don't match. Of course, that hang-up means that I have not yet read the damn thing, so yesterday I asked the resident library worker to bring it home. He made some non-committal noises and trailed off discussing his inability to follow the twists and turns of Martin's novels. I still don't know if he'll bring it today, but I did manage to get in some remarks about people who have the attention span of a flutterby and can't even work out Martin's universe.
It's also painfully apparent that I have much better video game orientation than him. When playing Morrowind, he ambles around wondering where the hell the next goal is, switching between map view and game view and not getting any less confuddled, while I usually head straight for whatever I'm looking for. Granted, Morrowind is huge, but sheesh. If I can find a bloody campfire in the bloody wilderness, you should think that he could find a big damn city.
Aren't men supposed to have better detail orientation than women? Pfah.
Mind, I very much like the smell of old books (provided it does not involve mould). It's just that he's been working at the library since September, and he's never come home smelling like that before, despite spending some of his time around books several hundred years old.
I've finished Stace's Misfortune, and I'm not entirely happy. It's very entertaining, but it comes down to a tired, overused plot, although it's brilliantly executed. There were absolutely no plottish surprises. None. Nada. But, as I said, very well done. Good take on the old foundling setup.
I have some disturbingly anal tendencies, like refusing to buy George R.R. Martin's latest in hardcover. This is because we have the rest of the series in paperback, and heaven forbid my books don't match. Of course, that hang-up means that I have not yet read the damn thing, so yesterday I asked the resident library worker to bring it home. He made some non-committal noises and trailed off discussing his inability to follow the twists and turns of Martin's novels. I still don't know if he'll bring it today, but I did manage to get in some remarks about people who have the attention span of a flutterby and can't even work out Martin's universe.
It's also painfully apparent that I have much better video game orientation than him. When playing Morrowind, he ambles around wondering where the hell the next goal is, switching between map view and game view and not getting any less confuddled, while I usually head straight for whatever I'm looking for. Granted, Morrowind is huge, but sheesh. If I can find a bloody campfire in the bloody wilderness, you should think that he could find a big damn city.
Aren't men supposed to have better detail orientation than women? Pfah.
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Date: 2006-02-22 03:20 pm (UTC)are you saying there *are* people who manage those video games? wow. ;)
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Date: 2006-02-23 08:39 am (UTC)I'd still sign copies like whoa for my evil so-called friends.
I manage them just fine. Only I get a little motion sick by some shoot'em up games.
Well now...
Date: 2006-02-22 03:26 pm (UTC)1. Crash my Xbox
2. Fix it by removing the hard drive with my 47 hours Morrowind save.
And I did find everything I was looking for, I just got fed up looking for stuff.
When the Xbox 360 is in place there's no way I'm going to let you play Oblivion before I've completed it!
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Date: 2006-02-23 08:37 am (UTC)1. I finished Morrowind in 48 hrs.
2. You were fed up because you were rubbish at finding places. I was there, I remember your frustration vividly.
3. I'm better than you at KOTOR and KOTOR2 too.
So you'll bring Oblivion wherever you go when you leave the house? *snicker*
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Date: 2006-02-24 12:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-24 09:00 am (UTC)Also, bless Katharine Kerr's publishers for releasing the paperbacks straightaway.
I don't get why publishers don't just churn out the paperbacks, and save the hardcovers for the die-hard fans, making them luxurious special editions or something. Sheesh.