Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Kaff kaff, I think I have the black lung...

So, I've been pretty sick lately. I blame this accursed weather, personally. And the fact that I was sent out into the pouring rain to obtain Oreos by the women of my household. They outnumber me, feel my pain.

Recently, I obtained a box of books from friend Griffins house. They had been sitting there for about a year, and most of them were mine. Also, a few of them aren't, which means bonus reading material! This also came in handy while I was (am) sick. I managed to finish The Hippopotamus by Stephen Fry and The Swords Trilogy by Michael Moorcock.

Firstly, the book by Mr Fry is interesting. It concerns an aging poet and his investigations into mysterious miracles that seem to be occuring at a country house in Norfolk. I learned a few new swearwords from it >_<

Secondly, the book by Mr Moorcock took me a little while to decide upon. I have a soft spot for fantasy, but traditional High Fantasy can get a little tedious at times. The cover kind of sold it for me though.

The slack thing is that the cover has absolutely nothing to do with the books. Seriously, the main character is an elf-like creature called Corum Jhaelen Isrei and is about him being the last of his kind and seeking revenge on the man who slew his people. Along the way it gets seriously weird, with him losing an arm and an eye and then getting new ones (that were taken from ancient Old Gods) grafted onto him, so that he might battle the Gods of Chaos. Where was I? Oh yes, the cover has nothing to do with the books. I actually skimmed through it again, to find out if there was something I missed, or if there was a part where some almost naked lady was taken by Conans helmeted cousin. Also, I have been attending...wait for it...Rotaract meetings. I know right? Me? Community service? I haven't made a firm decision on whether or not to keep going to them yet though. Apparently I'm supposed to get this warm fuzzy feeling. The people are interesting though, and I'm always up for a bit of socialising.

A reason why I have been slightly hesitant is because I catch myself making bad jokes. Most of the time I manage to keep these to myself. For example, when we went to visit the old peoples home week before last, I played a game in my head where I was an old people inspector.

"Yes, this person is definitely old. I can tell from the wrinkles, and from seeing many old people before this."

More on this as it develops.

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