If you're into that sort of thing...

I had fully intended to spend the last few days making a nuisance of myself online, but I was distracted but something in RL, so there you go.

I had a couple of hours to myself today, so I tried to write something that turned into a Good Omens piece that quickly became 1) not funny at all and 2) the most depressing fic ever.

And I realized suddenly that everything I write is dark, or at least has dark elements. This bothers me. I have an urge to pull out the English nonsense from an obscure corner of my mind and analyse stuff I wrote. You know: the author is fixated on the colour green which signifies… But there’s a reason I’m a science major.

Maybe I’ll finish the most depressing fic ever, but not today.

In the meantime

Part of the reason I got this journal was so that I could transpose my favourites folder into a more legible form. That’s where today’s recs come from.

They’re all Stargate: SG1, a show in which the Americans find an alien device that lets them travel to other planets and get involved in a war.

Cool concept, but it wouldn’t be too much of an exaggeration to put that as all I knew about the series before reading these. I figured them out enough to enjoy them immensely… but I’m a scifi addict, so maybe I had a head start.

Totality, by Rheanna, is an excellent novel with Real British Spelling, which as it turns out isn’t all that different from real Canadian spelling. It’s funny and sad at the proper places, and it keeps you interested the entire way. There’s a first half and a second half; I suggest reading them in order.

The Hidden One by Gracie is also a pretty great novel. And then, for after the serious stuff, the relatively short Leftovers by Achaea. Now, this is technically a serious story, I suppose, but the way it’s written transforms it into something beyond hilarious. I was giggling all the way through.

I’m just about to kneel over and fall asleep on the keyboard, so I think three’s enough.

Sleep? Hah.

I was just talking with a friend on msn. Good friend, interesting person, but I can't stand her typing: i no ur ther... plz ttm??? Drives me crazy.

And, perhaps because I'm going for a honourable mention at not sleeping, something very disturbing occurred to me.

Her typing makes a lot more sense than mine. Grammar aside, to promote a letter into its capital version one has to hit the shift key - that's an extra finger move. The excess punctuation, on the other hand, is obtained at hardly any redundant movement. And when one considers all the letters she doesn't bother with, it's really no surprise she's a faster typer than me.

I know my way is right. Society says so. One must uphold the dictionary in all it's weighty glory.

Except, what if I'm not? English evolves. Society evolves. Hell, there's subtle differences between spellings and usages between countries now. If the future is computers and keyboards, and I have absolute faith the future is computers, anyway - it would make no sense for us to hold on to outdated, inefficient rules. If one glances at the history of language, they see that people are lazy and have been disappearing letters whenever they thought they could get away with it.


Mark Twain knew English needed to be fixed.
So does Europe.

I think, if I ever do get to sleep, I'll have nightmares.