A Good Kind of Tired

Really fantastic day.

Except for the part where the last patrons at the library just would not leave. Oi. What part of "We're closing in five minutes" and "We technically closed five minutes ago" aren't they getting? Not that I really minded, but the last hour or so was very busy and I was laboring under a mountain of books and DVDs and I really just wanted to come home and have dinner.

It is probably inappropriate to think about Ianto's ass or how to finish that bit of porn when shelving children's books. But if it makes the time go faster...

Anyway. The baby shower in the morning was nice. More of an open house kind of thing, with food and visiting and presents. No silly games. (Thank goodness.) I just sat there and reconnected with Amanda, which was great. It's nice that even though we haven't talked in years, there's nothing uncomfortable between us.

Bright Lights

( Project Runway - 5.03 )

Today when I got to the library, Shannon was finishing some things up so I was flipping through some old issues of Time that she was tossing. I ran across an article about Stephanie Meyer called, "The Next J.K. Rowling?" in which the writer said this:

Rowling pieces her books together meticulously, detail by detail. Meyer floods the page like a severed artery. She never uses a sentence when she can use a whole paragraph.

It made me laugh. Because whether or not you like the books, I think you have to admit that's kind of true.

And then the writer compared the Twilight books to fanfiction, saying that "they have a pillowy quality distinctly reminiscent of internet fanfiction." Which, okay, yes they do. But at the same time I kind of want to stand up and say that I've read a lot of fanfiction that's also way better.