Odds and Ends

I think this is a donkey, but let’s pretend it’s an ass.

Okay, I’m tired and not feeling much writery.
It’s why I missed both Saturday and Tuesday. (In my defense, I had a blog started then the Viking told me South Park had already covered the topic, and I found I couldn’t complete it.)

I am still not feeling very writer-y, but I have too much guilt to not post today, so you guys are getting a really bunch of random shit floating around in my head. You can thank my guilt later.

I hate romantic comedies and books with heavy romantic story lines. I love young adult fantasy, but they ALWAYS have a stupid love story/triangle. It nearly ruined The Hunger Games for me. I used to secretly fear that it was because I was bitter at the utter failure of my love life and my quiet conviction that true love was real, but it was just never going to happen for me. I was bitter and therefore hated happy romantic couples. Yeah, no.

I am with a wonderful man who brings more wonderful to my life than I ever imagined the world could hold for me, but I still freaking hate romances. I particularly hate teen romance story lines. I think it is because I hated being a teenager. Maybe I only like young adult fantasy about young adults in post-apocalyptic world or in completely made up worlds. Or maybe just certain books. I don’t know. I hate romances.

I feel bad writing bad things about any books which have been published and are popular. It is something I haven’t done, and, honestly, people have different tastes. Not everyone is nerd sexy like me.

So, I have been getting myself worked up about things lately. I will be thinking and get all pissed off, normally about feminist-y stuff. I get a full head of steam worked up then realize I had just made myself mad for no real reason, and then I would get too lazy to write anything about it.