When fandoms collide and Photoshop gets involved...

The caption was, "Please state the nature of your temporal emergency." Hee. Made me blink! Y'all may have already seen it but if not, it deserved the chance to break other people's brains, too. *g*

I also stumbled across this post, which I thought worth quoting:
Stop telling me I should be looking for my knight in shining armour to be riding up on his white horse. If that knight rides up trying to save me from god only knows what, I’m taking his horse and his sword and leaving his patronising ass at the side of the road.

And a rather lengthy post on why one should date a girl who reads, which I thought was absolutely fantastic. ( Quoted under here.Collapse )

And then, after reading it, I started wondering when, exactly, I stopped being a girl who reads. And perhaps more importantly, why? I sort of know the answer, in that I only have so much time and attention and the hours I used to spend with a book are mostly eaten by writing and reading on the Internet. This, of course, is why during the two weeks or so last year when I was entirely without computer or television, I read like eight books. Last fall, I picked up a two-in-one YA novel that I'd started ages ago (my receipt for Cradlesong was playing bookmark, and that came out June '09, lol), but put down when I moved from that place to the previous-to-now place in July '09. Then when I started it again - having forgotten the three chapters I'd read, naturally - I ended up zooming through it and buying the next three two-in-one books in the series, and devouring those, too. There are a few more in the series as well, but by that time I was getting ready to move again, and didn't want to go buying any more books! Because despite not reading so much, I have still managed to acquire a fair few books, most of which are on my TBR pile still, obviously.

I still self-define as a bibliophile. I am reminded of a conversation I had with the mother whilst I was packing to come to England, though. She said that I'm a book lover, yes, but I'm not a true bookworm the way she is, because that space in me is filled with music.

I think she's right. But I still get a very great pleasure from browsing the used bookstores along Charing Cross Road when I'm in London, and the scent in there makes me happy. ♥

Borders is closing. There is exactly one Borders store in Southampton, and it's already rather well denuded, with half-empty shelves and a board with photos of the fixtures because they're selling everything down to the walls. I wandered over there just to browse after work cuz I had to hit the Boots nearby, and discovered a rapidly emptying store.

This is not helping my "fuck Christmas" mood.