Mad friending spree!
Jun. 4th, 2003 12:01Hello, new friends! *glomps you all* If I randomly friended you and you have no idea who I am, I'm Ann from HarryPotterRealm and it's likely I recognised you and friended you whether you like it or not. And you're all mine now, yes you are. *nod* Now get to work, slaves! *cracks whip* Hee hee, joshing of course.
Lalala. Going to Georgetown. Eating by the river. Dragging my mom off to the little punk store on M Street with the industrial music section. Hopefully getting a decent pair of pants--because the only ones I have are the camo ones and the vinyl Trinity costume ones--and maybe some stompyboots.
Reading Neuromancer. I'm confused as all hell, and I have a sneaking suspicion that's only half deliberate on the author's part, but it's a damn good book. Aside from the occasional anachronism--three MB of RAM? hehe--you wouldn't know he just invented all this out of thin air. It's complete, it's real, it's like he's coming back and telling what happened not making it up off the top of his head. Stole the book off the bookshelf in my room where Dad keeps his books--discovered that waaaay at the very top out of reach and practically out of sight he keeps LOTS and LOTS of REALLY good sci-fi. We're talking William Gibson, Orson Scott Card, Isaac Asimov, etc etc etc. So I've decided to systematically work my way through it, especially since Speaker for the Dead is on the summer reading list. And I'm starting with Gibson.
Lalala. Going to Georgetown. Eating by the river. Dragging my mom off to the little punk store on M Street with the industrial music section. Hopefully getting a decent pair of pants--because the only ones I have are the camo ones and the vinyl Trinity costume ones--and maybe some stompyboots.
Reading Neuromancer. I'm confused as all hell, and I have a sneaking suspicion that's only half deliberate on the author's part, but it's a damn good book. Aside from the occasional anachronism--three MB of RAM? hehe--you wouldn't know he just invented all this out of thin air. It's complete, it's real, it's like he's coming back and telling what happened not making it up off the top of his head. Stole the book off the bookshelf in my room where Dad keeps his books--discovered that waaaay at the very top out of reach and practically out of sight he keeps LOTS and LOTS of REALLY good sci-fi. We're talking William Gibson, Orson Scott Card, Isaac Asimov, etc etc etc. So I've decided to systematically work my way through it, especially since Speaker for the Dead is on the summer reading list. And I'm starting with Gibson.
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