VM: I'm still thinking Aaron Echolls is the killer for the same reasons laid out above. But I'm also thinking that it may be too easy. Still, holy shit, all around. The convolution of Veronica's life is so screwed up that it sounds almost soap-operatic when you describe it ("Yeah, she's a kid detective who was a former popular girl who became a pariah when her best friend was murdered and her father accused the parents, who also happen to be the richest family and head of the largest employer in town, and Veronica's searching for the killer, who may or may not be her ex-boyfriend, who also may or may not be her half-brother, who she slept with while drugged and thought she'd been raped. She's currently seeing her dead best friend's ex-boyfriend, who also may or may not hate her, who has an abusive father and a suicide mother. Her own mother ran off shortly after her father lost his job (I didn't mention that?), and has just returned home in time to destroy her father's happiness. Oh yeah, her dad's seeing her sorta-best friend's mother. And that sorta-best friend is about to dump her ass 'cause she's been lying to him about her illicit relationship with the guy who may or may not hate her. Is that clear?") That the show's writers have made it work is some kind of sheer brilliance.
TAR: Why is it that the jerks are always the ones savvy enough to look for better tickets? I was sorta in favor of Rob & Amber for a while, mainly because I didn't think they would win, but, in light of the fact that the network just keeps giving them stuff and that Rob's gone from jokey-playing-an-asshole-to-amuse-people into no-really-I'm-just-an-ass, I would hate to see them win. And Ron & Kelly just suck for many, many reasons.
In other news, I may have a problem with becoming overinvested in tv shows.
Maybe the laundromat route is the best.
I've both picked up and dropped off books in a laundromat that I would have been too ashamed to buy/sell at a used bookstore. Like, I have a book of poetry by Dag Hammarskjold (yes, the deceased former secretary-general of the UN), that reads like vogon poetry. I picked it up in the laundry room of a building I used to live in. Completely unmemorable potboiler-thriller-romances (I think) books that my sister or mother have left in my house have been left by me in laundry rooms.
Thank goodness for them. It burns my soul to throw books away, even other people's crap books.
In my old building, people would leave stacks of old books in the laundry room. Excellent way to unload guilt-free, and it made doing the laundry a lot more appealing when you might find some good stuff.
The only books I've ever tossed...well, let's just say there was nothing else to be done. I had a moment of silence for them, though.
I had a copy of "Grunts" by Mary Gentle (damned funny and sick sci-fi), which I leant to someone. It disappeared. A couple of years later, I'm in Philadelphia, and in the laundry room of the boarding house I find a copy of "Grunts." It came home to Utah and doesn't get leant out.
"Throw me another elf, this one's split."
This is mostly the result of culling out books I bought when I was younger and had less taste.
Ah. I really need to do this, myself. As well as culling out duplicate copies and the stack of Crappy Books I Have Acquired Unintentionally.
I need to do this to make room for the ginormous stack of to-be-read books, as well as to make room for my comics. And manga, curse wee Micole!
I'm thinking I'll have a "Free Books!" post on livejournal sometime soon, see how many I can get rid of that way.
What happens with books is there are scenes I adore that I want to keep so I can re-read them--I dogear my books, they're my books, they're not rare, so pffth!--but I don't want to keep the whole book. Tearing out the section I like is the grossest vandalism to me, and sometimes I flip through and read other sections. So I keep books I don't intend to re-read for the sake of a few pages.
My sister in law thinks that
Ron and Kelly
are going to win it all on TAR. This is based on the promo. I'm
not happy.
