Posts by Danielle
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Oh, Sarah. I know... one-sixth... of how you feel, and I'm very sorry.
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a letter addressed to me at my new address
Pretty much every large public library system in NZ has this rule because of the 'residents and ratepayers' membership thing, so you should broaden your focus and be more generally bitter at libraries. If you need tips, ask me. I am the bitterest almost-MLIS-graduate of them all. :)
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I adore Dorothy Parker, and I think her snap on Milne is very funny. But... I still love Pooh.
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Crikey - I must have a mental (emotional?) age of between 2 and 5 then, because I still read them sometimes and I still love them to bits and they still make me laugh out loud. :)
Immature readers unite! I just re-read that first story about Pooh pretending to be a small black cloud attached to a blue balloon and laughed myself. "I think the bees suspect something!" Heh.
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Dude, there will be handbags at dawn if you're going to slag off my Pooh. Or my Eeyore. Actually, *especially* my Eeyore.
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everything that's known about the lives of all 1100 capped ABs and make an educated guess whether they're gay or not
A list of 'confirmed bachelors' with 'longtime companions'? :)
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I told her it was because every morning when I woke up, it made me happy to see him lying next to me.
Yes. (Erm, not your husband, obviously. Mine. Heh.) I live in mild terror of something happening to him because I like him *so much*. He's my favourite. We still laugh every day, over eleven years later. Sometimes to the point of actually crying because we're giggling so much. Not that he doesn't sometimes drive me nuts, and I him. But it's never the kind of nuts where I doubt anything about us, fundamentally.
And speaking of fundamentals, I still don't know how to talk about my mother. I was mentally listing the things we don't agree about: some politics; gardening (she loves it, I hate it); cooking (she hates it, I love it); clothes (it's guaranteed that if she hates it, I'm going to love it); home decorating (her: wall-to-wall 70s brown; me: exploding pop-cultural clown), and then I was thinking about how much that stuff doesn't matter at all, because she is the most dedicated and loving and funny and delightful parent a person could ever ask for. I know she would do anything for me, and she's been that way ever since I can remember. I don't think you can overestimate how important that kind of foundation is to me as a person, and I am very grateful for it.
Also, anyone who is friends with me on Facebook knows that she is an endless font of malapropisms.
Stop me before I start talking about my big dumb dog.
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a thoroughly terrifying but typically brilliant story by Helen Simpson
Jesus Christ, Jolisa, I think I needed a big flashing 'will haunt you for weeks if you are a big sook' sign ahead of clicking on that. Is there a word which goes beyond 'dystopian'?
Another vote for The Dark is Rising books, which I looooooooooved as a kid.
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Craig, I re-read the entire Anne of Green Gables series (up to and including Rilla of Ingleside, which is really beyond the pale) with monotonous regularity. I think you win.
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You'll have to transition through Cromwell or Alex or Clyde or something.
Mataura. There are a startling number of people originally from Mataura.