Twilight

Sunday, November 2nd, 2008 | Doyle Reviews, Fiction, Reading | No Comments

If a book can be as addictive as Stephanie Meyer’s “Twilight” series, then somebody should put a warning on the cover.

Warning: This book will take over your life, and will deprive you of sleep until you finish reading the whole bloody thing.

I’m rather alarmed at how far I’ve sunk into my addiction. If books were drugs, I’d be a librarian junkie.

Dude, I just need a quick fix. Just one more chapter, man…

The problem is that I read before bed. So, now I’m finding myself getting ready for bed earlier and earlier, JUST so I can spend some quality time with the characters. Tonight? Tonight, I was on a date and felt the compulsion to leave. Not because the date was going badly, quite the opposite, but it was eating into valuable reading time.

In addition to that, I’m sleeping less and less as it’s so hard to put the book down and turn off the lights! It’s literary heroin, dude.

I’m just off to get my latest hit.

New RB User Icon.

Wednesday, September 25th, 2002 | Doyle Reviews, Fiction, Likely Image, Personality tests | No Comments

Lookie… New Icon.

I just HAD to add the flashy animation bit to it. Wasn’t geeky enough as it was.

Its 1am. I’m wide awake, and in no fit state to do any work. My thoughts are currently jumping like crazy. If I even attempted to program/thesis I’d end up with some whacked out document that would make Mr Supervisor reassess his opinion of my sanity.

Not like he already thinks I’m a space case, or anything…. But there’s no need to convince him of the fact.

One minute I’m pondering my fic, which is finally finished, wondering if I shouldn’t edit a few pages… I honestly think that the fight scene isn’t realistic enough. Needs blood.

The next second, I’m doing some nutty personality quiz. I discovered that I wear PJ’s to bed, and that the “what weirdo are you” quiz is broken. I dont really think I need some computer program to define what weirdo I am, anyway.

Then, inspired to write a “Doyle Review” on “Chain of Fools” which I hired out tonight on the OneDollar Tuesday deal.
It was very much like an american “lock stock”.
Elijah Wood was a hitman.
Enough for a giggle, but not all that memorable.

Then, I wander over and check out how many new members Ringbearer has now. ITs been open less than 24 hours, and we now have 61 Registered Members. Huh. 5 minutes ago we only had 58.

Then, I get inspired to upload 30 new TTT images, then loose motivation as soon as the FTP program opens itself.

Eh.

Plot Bunny

Tuesday, September 3rd, 2002 | Fiction | 1 Comment

Just got bitten.
Must resist. Cannot give into the temptation to blow off my project in order to write fiction. Must not. Cannot. WILL NOT.

Bunny is:
Machine Gun Fellatio: Not Afraid of Romance

When the sunshine hits your eyes
You’ll find me there
And I’m not afraid of romance

Although you’ve just walked in to crash my life
Your smile is saying something that I like;
You’re not afraid of romance

Ficlet plot: Karl amazed at Orli’s fearlessness.

and damnit. I’m going to show some amazing strength of will to post this blog and let the bunny attack the web. Whoever is out there, I’d really LOVE to read this fic, but cannot write it myself… Perhaps I should post it as a fic challenge.

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Monday, September 2nd, 2002 | Fiction | Enter your password to view comments