So, in the past week I've acquired (in no particular order):

- 11 translated pulp paperbacks which seem to be parts of a AoS-themed series. The series is called "Fregatt" (Frigate) in Swedish, no clue what it was called in English; the hero is George Abercrombie Fox. I'm missing parts 1, 4, 11-14, 16 and 17, though. That tends to happen when you scour fleamarkets for books. :( On the plus side, I paid 1,10e for the lot, so it's not like it's a dramatic waste of money if they turn out to be crap.

- the beginnings of a cold (had a bit of fever already, though it seems to be gone, and spent Saturday feeling run over)

- a laptop *squee*

- a deep and abiding hate for Vista

In other news: there are no other news. Work tomorrow (do not want), university things almost overdue, no energy, tendency to type short phrases without conjunctions or proper grammar.

*curls up*
empyreus: (pissed off)
( Oct. 15th, 2007 06:31 pm)
I hope there's a special circle of Hell reserved for people who make notes in permanent ink in library books.

It's not your book. You're effectively vandalizing someone else's property.
empyreus: (A fair and noble face)
( Jun. 16th, 2007 12:18 am)
Right, am now a nice amount of euros poorer but soon to be one 19" lcd widescreen monitor richer. It's my slightly early birthday gift to myself, though it will in fact be late as there's no way they'll be able to deliver it on Monday.

In other news: there are no other news. I'm feeling a bit under the weather (sore throat and a bit of general listlessness), work is busy and I'm so blocked on a challenge fic it isn't even funny. However, nice things also happened: I found a hardback copy of a Swedish translation of Suetonius's De vita Caesarum for only three euros in the sales bin at the local bookstore, and my sister and I went out for an after-work pint of cider. Small things, yes, but enough to put a smile on my face.
empyreus: (academia)
( Apr. 12th, 2007 07:10 pm)
A strange thing happened today. For some reason, I got into my head to visit the nearest library (that wasn't the university library) after today's lecture, as I wasn't needed at work today. I'd vaguely intended to head over to see if I could find a four-volume set of childrens' books I'd suddenly remembered (Maj Samzelius's Hjältar och monster på himlavalvet; a collection of versions of Greek/Roman myths relating to constellations in the northern hemisphere. Yes, I was a geeky child.), but that wasn't the reason I ended up going there. It was more of a spur-of-the-moment thing.

I didn't really know where they'd shelved the book I was looking for, so I intended to use one of the terminals to find out. However, as soon as I stepped into the library proper, I headed for the children/youth section, just walking between the shelves without really looking. I got to the back wall, where they'd previously (read: when I last read books from that section, about fourteen years ago) shelved the Swedish youth lit. The shelf order has been changed several times since, and I'm aware of that, so I don't know why I headed straight for a particular shelf. It was a bit like being on autopilot, really, the way I just walked without thinking.

When I got to the back shelf, I suddenly found myself facing a book that triggered a wealth of old memories, and when I picked it up I felt a strange little tingle. The book itself was nothing special, just a battered volume of translated ghost stories, but I knew that this one was important somehow. When I opened it to look at the index, a huge smile blossomed on my face. It contained two stories I'd been trying to track down for years, an endeavour hampered by the fact that I couldn't remember the titles or the authors, only the events in the stories. I grabbed the book and sat down to read the stories I'd rediscovered, practically humming with contentment. Oh, the nostalgia. I found I remembered the illustrations in the book, and that my vague memory of the cover had been correct.

And now for something even stranger: when I sat reading, I got into my head to go look for another book I couldn't remember the title of, only the cover. Bizarrely, I remembered where it had been shelved (adult section, third bookcase from the window, high shelf, facing toward the librarian's desk), so I headed over. I didn't think I'd find anything, since my memory is terrible most of the time and given to mixing up details, and since it had been at least ten years since I'd read the book. Imagine the look on my face when I raised my hand at random to start ticking off the spines and found myself looking straight at the book I'd been looking for.

Sometimes fate spooks me. *g*

Oh, and I found the four-volume set of books I'd searched for as well, and they were just as good as I remembered.
empyreus: (pirate)
( Sep. 19th, 2006 10:10 pm)
This might be old news to some of you, but I was excited. :) More backstory, yay! (I just hope the new work won't be as, well, dry as parts of the HoM-e were. I love Christopher's work, but he gets a bit too focused sometimes.)

In other news: there are no other news of any significance. ;) Other than that it's International Talk Like a Pirate Day, but I'm sure you all knew about that already. I actually made a bit of an effort to observe it, and wore a black-and-white skull-patterned scarf (folded headband-style, though) and big hoop earrings. I refrained from actually attempting to talk like a pirate during the lectures in order to preserve what little remains of my image as a sane person. *g* I did show off with a few "Arr"'s and "Me hearties", but I suspect I managed to scare the new students rather than impress them. Oh well, you can't win them all.
empyreus: (cookery)
( Aug. 17th, 2006 10:29 pm)
I've been something of a domestic goddess today. I've both cooked proper food (as opposed to "hmm, what can I toss together with an absolute minimum of effort?") and baked, and both projects turned out so well that I wanted to do a bit of a victory dance in the kitchen. It's such a relief to realize you haven't lost your kitchen mojo.

Because I know you're desperate to know: The main course consisted of vegetarian meatballs made with soy protein crumble, served with a side of pasta and salad, and the baked bit (which technically constituted dessert) was banana cake with cinnamon, ginger and coffee (yes, in the cake). Both turned out lovely, and were worth the sweat and effort. (One of the downsides of using cast-iron cookware, I'm afraid: they seem to heat up the entire kitchen.) Poke me if you want the recipes. :)

Other bits and pieces: [ profile] snowgrouse, I mailed the poster yesterday. The bizarre interesting package should arrive tomorrow at the latest, unless the handlers use it for javelin practice.

[ profile] smillasnowflake and [ profile] glenthebunny, thanks again for the account help. :)

And today's random link: Angry White Pyjamas: A Scrawny Oxford Poet Takes Lessons From The Tokyo Riot Police is such a brilliant title for a book. I don't know if the book itself is any good, nor have I heard of the author, but the title alone makes me want to buy it. :)

Also: new icon. *points*
empyreus: (reveries)
( Aug. 1st, 2005 10:35 pm)
I really shouldn't be allowed to enter bookstores when there's a sale going on. Today's catch: six books. *facepalm* Okay, so the total only came to a little over 16e, but I really need to stop buying so many books. I'm running out of shelf space. Hell, I'm running out of flat surfaces to stack the books on.

Today's books:
Guy Gavriel Kay: A Song for Arbonne
Leo Tolstoy: The Death of Ivan Ilyich and other stories
Anon: The String of Pearls (a.k.a. the original tale of Sweeney Todd)
Arthur Conan Doyle: A Study in Scarlet & The Sign of the Four
Mary Shelley: The Last Man
and Herodotus: Histories.

(Yes, I'm a dork. But I'm an eclectic dork.)

It amused me to no end that the sales clerk at the bookstore recognised me and told me "Oh, now I recognise you. And now I remember that you don't speak Swedish." I didn't have the heart to tell her Swedish is my second mother tongue*, and instead I smiled back and said: "I speak Swedish too, actually." She then proceeded to tell me that she'd recognised me by my nails (!). Okay, that may not be sucha strange thing. I keep my nails fairly long (they're very tough and seldom break or chip),and I usually paint them in rather strong colours and/or patterns. (I painted green and silver stripes on them for HBP, and I've painted Elvish tengwar on them more than once.) Eh. It's my one girly habit.

* - No, really. I speak both languages (Finnish and Swedish) about equally fluently, and I've spoken both since I could talk. I think that counts as having two mother tongues. ;)

What else? Met up with [ profile] darkie after work, as we'd volunteered to cat- and dogsit [ profile] tackerama's cats and her mother's cats and dog. Other than that, I haven't done much. The pace at work is a lot less hectic and therefore bearable, as opposed to the hellish stress of the past few weeks.

Lastly, a sly little poke: the drabble/ficlet request post is still open. :)
empyreus: (Sean candid by whitewizzy)
( Jul. 21st, 2005 11:26 pm)
Yesterday's irony-flavoured incident: my sister asked me to act as style judge re a jacket she was thinking of buying. I wasn't all that keen on going to town, as I was tired from work and tutoring, but she bullied me into it. The jacket turned out to be gorgeous: so gorgeous, in fact, that I bought one for myself. That's not all, though. I found a pair of trousers (a lovely silvery-sage shade of green) and a lovely teeshirt as well (both items were 70 percent off), so in the end, I walked out of the store with more bags than my dear sister, who was the one we were going shopping for. Hee. :) The jacket is a lovely black double-breasted number, almost uniform-like although much shorter, and it curves in sharply at the waist in just the right way.

Today was nicer than I had expected: it was my tutorly (shut up, it's a word) duty to accompany two of the groups on a rural outing, and I had been dreading it somewhat. This was mostly due to a person I refer to as Twit Boy (he's somewhat like vacuous!Legolas: blond, flighty, given to giggling and with the intelligence quotinent of a slug). He has a rather clingy manner, and he's been pestering me about Kalevala-related things for days (though at times it seems like a v. bizarre way of hitting on me). He wasn't present today, however, so the entire thing was so much nicer. I won't bore you with details about the outing, because while it was nice, it was also rather low-key. (Suomalaisille pikku lisäys: oli todella huvittavaa huomata miten puhe muuttuu kun pääsee rannikolta sisämaahan. Tuloo niin leviää. Ja minä kurja en edes puhu normaalitilassa leviää!)

On the way back, we stopped in Seinäjoki for an hour, and I immediately dashed off to the nearest bookstore. There was a sale on paperbacks, and I walked out with Bosley's translation of the Kalevala (not the best, but it's tolerable), Margaret Atwood's Oryx and Crake (this was on a whim, as I have no idea if it is good or not), Tanya Huff's Blood Price (also on a whim, as it seemed interesting), Coraline (finally) and Robert Silverberg's Roma Eterna (third whim). All of these (except the Kalevala) were 3e each, so it's not like it's the end of the world if they turn out to be uninteresting.

Hmm. I had something more to say, but I can't recall what it was. Oh well, it can't have been all that important. :)


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