Today's rundown
Jun. 20th, 2006 09:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jmc_bksI toddled off to my board meeting this morning full of anticipation -- wrap up of the fundraiser; election of a new slate of officers; new budget; etc. We did all of that, plus talked about a big deal on the organization's horizon. The details aren't really relevant here, just the circumstances. One board member, who is earnest and well-intentioned and very knowledgeable about the public school curriculum, started talking about alignment of programming with the desired learning outcomes. Now, I understand what she is saying, but she just completely turns me off. I feel like one of the kids in a Charlie Brown cartoon, listening to an adult speak: Wah-wah wah-wah-wah-wah. She could be making the most relevant point in the world, but I can't "hear" because of her presentation and tone.
Followed that by using the gift certificate The Biochemist gave me for Christmas. Manicure and pedicure. Don't usually get manicures since I destroy them immediately, chipping paint, breaking nails. But for the time being I have sparkly red toe nails and sparkly white fingernails.
I skimmed a copy of Janet Evanovich's Twelve Sharp at the book store. Semi-interesting, but not worth hard back price, even at 30% off. I really wish Stephanie would just grow up. She doesn't have to pick a guy but she needs to start making decisions about her life rather than letting it happen to her accident by accident. Seriously, picking either guy is not required for me, in fact the idea of having both Joe and Ranger works for me -- who wouldn't want two hot guys at her beck and call? or for the more adventurous, having two guys at all :) -- if Evanovich ever decides to move out of the PG-13 rating. Actually, I've read some Plum fanfics that are way hotter and (dare I write it?) better than several of the published, copyrighted Plum books.
Dinner at The Diner. Now, garlic is good. But there were 8 freaking cloves of garlic in my fettucine noodles. Eight! Does a single serving of any noodles need 8 cloves of garlic? I think not.
And then I came home and discovered that I missed another episode of Authors and Publishers Behaving Like Freaks Online. Check out the snark going on at KarenS's blog and at SBTB and also here. Wow. How'd all that blow up so fast?
While I empathize with an author who reads a snark about their ebook and/or cover art, this seems like an extension of the kerfluffle that went on not too long ago about reviews. The whole "if you can't say something nice" thing again. Or maybe the "you don't have the right to criticize until you have attempted to write/paint/create/etc." argument. Blech.
Tangent: MJD's repeated comments about laughing all the way to bank and disregarding any reviews that are less than kind or stellar are growing old -- it reminds me of a child who is afraid of the dark, saying out loud that she isn't afraid of the dark and that there are no such things at monsters. Say it loud enough and often enough, and maybe conviction will follow, but the repetition smacks of Shakespearian over-protestation to me. But that's just me.
Followed that by using the gift certificate The Biochemist gave me for Christmas. Manicure and pedicure. Don't usually get manicures since I destroy them immediately, chipping paint, breaking nails. But for the time being I have sparkly red toe nails and sparkly white fingernails.
I skimmed a copy of Janet Evanovich's Twelve Sharp at the book store. Semi-interesting, but not worth hard back price, even at 30% off. I really wish Stephanie would just grow up. She doesn't have to pick a guy but she needs to start making decisions about her life rather than letting it happen to her accident by accident. Seriously, picking either guy is not required for me, in fact the idea of having both Joe and Ranger works for me -- who wouldn't want two hot guys at her beck and call? or for the more adventurous, having two guys at all :) -- if Evanovich ever decides to move out of the PG-13 rating. Actually, I've read some Plum fanfics that are way hotter and (dare I write it?) better than several of the published, copyrighted Plum books.
Dinner at The Diner. Now, garlic is good. But there were 8 freaking cloves of garlic in my fettucine noodles. Eight! Does a single serving of any noodles need 8 cloves of garlic? I think not.
And then I came home and discovered that I missed another episode of Authors and Publishers Behaving Like Freaks Online. Check out the snark going on at KarenS's blog and at SBTB and also here. Wow. How'd all that blow up so fast?
While I empathize with an author who reads a snark about their ebook and/or cover art, this seems like an extension of the kerfluffle that went on not too long ago about reviews. The whole "if you can't say something nice" thing again. Or maybe the "you don't have the right to criticize until you have attempted to write/paint/create/etc." argument. Blech.
Tangent: MJD's repeated comments about laughing all the way to bank and disregarding any reviews that are less than kind or stellar are growing old -- it reminds me of a child who is afraid of the dark, saying out loud that she isn't afraid of the dark and that there are no such things at monsters. Say it loud enough and often enough, and maybe conviction will follow, but the repetition smacks of Shakespearian over-protestation to me. But that's just me.
