Monkeys and keyboards aside, one Random + CSS still doesn't make poop.

I have lost a book, and in doing so I've turned into one of our customers.

I know it's in the literature section, I know it's a QP, and I know the author's last name started with a later letter of the alphabet. I know it was released within the past three weeks. I know it had a brownish or grayish cover with a woman in 18th century clothes being held up by a non-Cassie-Edwardsed Native American man.

I know that when I opened it to a random page it damned near melted my brain.


The bit started with some beautiful youngish beautiful beautiful girl on a boat with her two pet baby moose. She was fairly lightly dressed for the season (winter) and was so wildly blindingly beautiful that half the bunch of guys on the boat took one look at her, grabbed the nearest female, and went flying behind some handy curtains for a screaming bout of fornication. The rest were standing there leering but unsure of how to go for her beautiful beautifulness (and certain virginity) . . . So a random blind fiddler (who can't see her to be overcome by her looks) starts playing, and they decide to have a dance-off for the right to nail her.

No. Srsly. Dance-off.

So half of 'em are dancing, and the people nailing each other are shrieking, and a blind pianist turns up from somewhere to play more music, (and the girl's just kinda standing there with her two moose), and the shrieking and stomping and dancing and music keeps going until . . . all their activity sinks the boat.

The guys are wearing winter clothes and all drown. The girl wasn't, and holds onto her moose, and makes it to shore and lives.



See, now I have to find it again to figure out if it's supposed to be parody or not.

ETA: The book was The Translation of Dr. Apelles by David Treuer, and he was supposedly going for beyond parody--and succeeded. :)

Anyone who's seen me lately knows I got my eeepc--and I love it! :D :D :D :D

I can work on the (damned) book on my lunch breaks. I can play penguin cannon games from in bed--or get inspired, roll over, wait 20 seconds for the boot-up, & type, rather than hunt for pens and paper and contacts and lights. I can internet from new and interesting places! File transfers are no problem even with no wireless at home, because I'm using an ipod as an external hdd and can just switch plugs.

So yes. Itty bitty Eee--the 4 gig model, with webcam & assorted other toys. (The IDog is just along for the ride here.)



(His name is Robert Paulson.)

And in my newfound fanaticism, I made it a tribalesque little carrying bag. The pocket is made out of an old belt base and was sized so it'd fit my moleskeine notebook, but has mostly been used to carry the ipod and charger (I've done way too much sewing lately and can't quite bring myself to put an ipod-sized pocket on the opposite side.); the pendants & buttons are composed of gillet & lapis. Well, the smaller one's a mostly-melted & still-recognizable coin with lapis, but whatever. That's to be expected with this type of jewelry.



So once again--Yay!

*off to play computer in bed!*


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