Books I bought yesterday!
Dec. 28th, 2008 01:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ishyfaceHouse of Leaves, by Mark Z. Danielewski. I've been meaning to read this ever since I got into Poe. The singer, that is, not the writer. So... about five years? Yeah, that sounds right.
Totally Joe, by James Howe. By the guy who wrote Bunnicula! Except this book has no vampire bunnies, just a gay twelve-year-old boy named Joe who overidentifies with E.T. It's still fun times.
BITCHfest, by various angry ladies. This is another one I've been meaning to get for a while. I haven't been able to find Bitch in Newfoundland so far and even though I'm not as into that magazine as I used to be, I still need a shot of snarky feminist pop culture analysis every now and then.
The Essential Calvin and Hobbes, by Bill Watterson. I blame Kidston for that one. Working at Jesus camp taught me that Christian kids love three things: Coldplay, Calvin and Hobbes, and violent contact sports.
I'd like to think that if I ever met myself buying books I'd think I was a pretty cool person. I feel like I kind of am sometimes. I mean, not cool cool because I spend way too much time on the Internet for that, but I am often pretty pleased by the fact that I am myself. I like myself. It's kind of awesome.
Also awesome: Katie Kay (just in general) and this Against Me!/Tegan Quinn video.
That's my favourite song for the next five minutes.
Today is my nine-month antiversary. I feel like I should celebrate it somehow, but I'm not sure how one celebrates an antiversary- maybe with a pint of ice cream, a Lifetime movie-of-the-week, and a good cry. I don't really feel like crying, though.
As a matter of fact, I feel pretty good right now. Happy to be on my own and waiting for surprises.
I kick you like a dog that's never been fed
Kick you like a dog that's never been fed
I trust you with my words like you're my friend
I've got so much
Stowed away down there
I've got so much
Stowed away down there
You were all for what I had like it's worth something
all for what I had like it's worth something
You lean into me 'cause you know that you can
Keys out, lights on
No one's waiting
Keys out, lights on
No one's waiting
Now I give you my lies all smudged with ink
Give you my lies all smudged with ink
You see right through because I am nothing
No more questions
I surrender
No more questions
I surrender
- "Keys Out, Lights On," by Jenny Owen Youngs
This song reminds me of July and how it felt to fall asleep staring at someone else's ceiling. And confusing kisses. And getting sad and getting afraid of being sad for good. It's bitter and wistful and very, very quiet, and I like it a lot.
Totally Joe, by James Howe. By the guy who wrote Bunnicula! Except this book has no vampire bunnies, just a gay twelve-year-old boy named Joe who overidentifies with E.T. It's still fun times.
BITCHfest, by various angry ladies. This is another one I've been meaning to get for a while. I haven't been able to find Bitch in Newfoundland so far and even though I'm not as into that magazine as I used to be, I still need a shot of snarky feminist pop culture analysis every now and then.
The Essential Calvin and Hobbes, by Bill Watterson. I blame Kidston for that one. Working at Jesus camp taught me that Christian kids love three things: Coldplay, Calvin and Hobbes, and violent contact sports.
I'd like to think that if I ever met myself buying books I'd think I was a pretty cool person. I feel like I kind of am sometimes. I mean, not cool cool because I spend way too much time on the Internet for that, but I am often pretty pleased by the fact that I am myself. I like myself. It's kind of awesome.
Also awesome: Katie Kay (just in general) and this Against Me!/Tegan Quinn video.
That's my favourite song for the next five minutes.
Today is my nine-month antiversary. I feel like I should celebrate it somehow, but I'm not sure how one celebrates an antiversary- maybe with a pint of ice cream, a Lifetime movie-of-the-week, and a good cry. I don't really feel like crying, though.
As a matter of fact, I feel pretty good right now. Happy to be on my own and waiting for surprises.
I kick you like a dog that's never been fed
Kick you like a dog that's never been fed
I trust you with my words like you're my friend
I've got so much
Stowed away down there
I've got so much
Stowed away down there
You were all for what I had like it's worth something
all for what I had like it's worth something
You lean into me 'cause you know that you can
Keys out, lights on
No one's waiting
Keys out, lights on
No one's waiting
Now I give you my lies all smudged with ink
Give you my lies all smudged with ink
You see right through because I am nothing
No more questions
I surrender
No more questions
I surrender
- "Keys Out, Lights On," by Jenny Owen Youngs
This song reminds me of July and how it felt to fall asleep staring at someone else's ceiling. And confusing kisses. And getting sad and getting afraid of being sad for good. It's bitter and wistful and very, very quiet, and I like it a lot.
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on 2008-12-29 02:43 am (UTC)Calvin and Hobbes is HEARTWARMING, K. AND INVOLVES AN IMAGINARY TIGER.
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on 2008-12-29 03:18 am (UTC)Out is pretty cool. So is Curve sometimes, although a lot of queer magazines tend to cater to very white, very conservative upper-class gay folks, which bothers me- there used to be a mag for black queers called Venus but then the editor went kind of nutso and converted to Christianity and decided she was an ex-lesbian and now that's mostly what that magazine is about. :( There used to be a magazine called ROCKRGRL that was all about female musicians and queer bands and stuff, but I think that's defunct now.