I think the use of "pop," as in "pop of color," started last year or the year before. And it should have stopped then, too.
Instead, it's escaped from the lifestyle sections & fashion magazines.
If I want a pop of anything in my outfit, I'll wear bubble wrap.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Piracy on the palatine raphe
Down by the laundry room are various bookcases (mostly discards from when people moved or replaced furniture; one of them was mine, actually, but didn't fit into the apartment when we settled in), & there the building has an informal book exchange. Friday morning the engineer brought up a paperback that he thought I'd like -- it was a mystery, which I sometimes do read, featuring dogs, always a plus, & when trying to fall asleep, I will read almost anything.
I should have stopped after the author credited a romance writers' group for their support. But then I would not have read about someone who kissed the main character & then continued to "plunder her mouth." What the hell was he doing, stealing her fillings?
After three legal marriages & a good many informal liaisons, I am baffled. What am I doing wrong that no one has plundered my mouth? And how would anyone accomplish that? Would I be as pleased about it as this heroine? Had she hidden her jewelry in there, or her wallet?
From a quick skim of the rest, I gathered that the prose style & plot throughout ranged from breathless to downright bizarre (dogs also spoke to the heroine telepathically, & something about her own dog's lines made me picture Karl Malden), but I think -- I hope -- that no one actually made it into bed. Because I really don't want to know what a man who plunders your mouth does to the rest of you.
I should have stopped after the author credited a romance writers' group for their support. But then I would not have read about someone who kissed the main character & then continued to "plunder her mouth." What the hell was he doing, stealing her fillings?
After three legal marriages & a good many informal liaisons, I am baffled. What am I doing wrong that no one has plundered my mouth? And how would anyone accomplish that? Would I be as pleased about it as this heroine? Had she hidden her jewelry in there, or her wallet?
From a quick skim of the rest, I gathered that the prose style & plot throughout ranged from breathless to downright bizarre (dogs also spoke to the heroine telepathically, & something about her own dog's lines made me picture Karl Malden), but I think -- I hope -- that no one actually made it into bed. Because I really don't want to know what a man who plunders your mouth does to the rest of you.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Mitigation
Chinese antique carving, books & Teuscher? (Granted, the first two are for the household, & the Teuscher would be too if I had not hidden it, but still.)
Oh, all right then.
Key lesson:
Apologies? Promises to make it up? Self-serving whining? Boring & a tad insulting.
Actual effort? Works every time. (Say it with books. Even one book. But chocs & Chinese antiques -- gild that lily, do.)
Oh, all right then.
Key lesson:
Apologies? Promises to make it up? Self-serving whining? Boring & a tad insulting.
Actual effort? Works every time. (Say it with books. Even one book. But chocs & Chinese antiques -- gild that lily, do.)
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