The Future Will Bore You Stiff...(But I hope not)

Well this is my post for today. I didn't actually do anything today because I had no plans, and now I have come face-to-screen with a problem one might have all the time, having decided that one will post every day only to be reminded that one never does anything....

I intended to go be at the show of my friends who recently started one of those cliche garage rock bands, but jumped the cliche by getting a show two months after they decided they were a band. I'll find out how it all went down tomorrow I think. I couldn't go because someone remembered that when faced with large crowds and loud noise, which would both be had in plenty, I disappear into the wall, unable to think a thought. It is strange that I myself never remember this fact when confronted with the chance to get together with my friends-however if I did I would never go anywhere.

Something coming up that I am actually going to do is that I am going to do a complete census on all the bookshelves in our house. (excluding cookbooks, of which my mom has at least twenty) The idea of the project is to find out just how many books we've got that are simply deadweight to remove. The thing is that we have more books than we have available shelf space,which leaves random books scattered throughout the house on top of others properly shelved, and several more that aren't really on shelves at all. And to add to the congestion there are several around that my youngest brother outgrew several years ago.

Someday I am going to make a post of nonsensical Keep Calm memes for no reason. Also I expect that on some days my posts may wind up being mindless rambles. I wish I had a theme...

To Walk, To Read, Perchance To Dream

But I did. And that was my afternoon today. My family thinks with good reason that I don't have the strength for it, but today I did, and I am very happy with it. Never mind that doing it once takes all the endurance I normally use in two or three days, or that we live a mile from anywhere, so I don't get far when I use all my energy, but I did it. That's what matters. A whole hour by myself, on my feet. It's really a great achievement by my standards.
In other news I have spent the past week reading the Ender's Game series which I was given for Christmas because I declared myself a fan of the first book, which the film was based on. (The film was actually a very strong synopsis by the way. Too bad they won't do any in the other series. This would be because they opened it just before a behemoth tentpole, namely Thor 2, which sucked away all its money, and since money is the language Hollywood understands, no more Ender movies...)
The first book, Ender's Game, is a character-driven story which was just as good as the first time I read it, even though I knew the plot twists this time.
The second book is Speaker For The Dead, in which hardly anything actually happens and it reads like a thesis on philosophy. It is hard to read, but it is passable because it is really just a prologue to the next thousand pages in the last two novels. This story takes place 3000 years farther into the future, but due to relativistic time-jumping spaceflight, Ender is only middle-aged at this point.
The third one is called Xenocide, and it is the most annoying, because while being longer than either of the first two it is also packaged as a philosophy thesis, to the point that the existential arguments trump the actual story.
The last one is called Children of the Mind and is really to be thought of as the second part of the previous one, divided because the third one would otherwise have been a mere 900 pages long. It works better this way because the last one returns to a character-driven base. I have 100 pages to go in the fourth one and by the end I might find that I enjoyed it more than the first one.

Day 1, 2014

As promised, I'm publishing a post. Today I spent all afternoon failing to add a blog button to my blog. I follow all the steps but for reasons unknown to me I still don't have a working link button. I guess it's a lost cause. Also, note that I've changed my picture to the minimum speed sign which is still my favorite personal joke. This is because the Faramir pic I'd been using for the past year suddenly disappeared while I was trying to get the button. Last night (Dec. 31st) we sat through Empire Strikes Back. Only one more to go. I do not know. Although I can believe why others say it is the best, because it seems to have the tidiest storyline and all that, it just did not engage me. The sequence of encasing Han Solo in carbonite used to scare me to death but this time it was just like "ok, that's over" It annoyed me that Yoda's entrance had him acting like he'd lost his mind compared to the wise old master of the prequels. Having him rummage arbitrarily through things and then get pouty and say he'd only help if he could keep the flashlight object was beneath the jedi master dignity the character had during the rest of his scenes. And instead of building the tension, the repeated failures of the Falcon's hyperdrive devolved into a running joke. Also how the last part of the movie was the obligatory "untrained kid confronts most powerful dangerous enemy, does not die." It looked cool before, but a real comprehension of events just made it feel like a throwaway. How nice for that convient radio tower thingie that wouldn't even bend under Luke's weight...