Morning, guys! Sleep well?
I’m kind of half dead, thanks to the joint efforts of my neighbours. They worked well as a team to keep me awake. There was always at least one of them running up and down the stairs at random times all night, banging into shit, and two of them decided that having deep philosophical conversations right outside my door at 6 am is The Shit. (This is where my therapist would interject with “Persecution complex, much?”, but I’m annoyed, so…)
But let’s see what happened in the blog world recently, shall we?
Merline celebrated her birthday, and listed 30 things she’d learned before turning 30. Guys, she’s a woman after my own heart. This is a list that should be printed and stuck upon mirrors, fridges, and frequently visited spots, because all of them are great advice.
As you all probably know (if you didn’t, now you do), I’m a shameless DNF monster. Kat rallied a few like minded book bloggers to give their top reasons for dropping books like they were hot potato.
Does length matter? Well, depends… Nyx summed up pretty well why it doesn’t. Or does. Like I said, it depends!
I still haven’t upgraded to the new WordPress editor, and after I saw all the horrified tweets and disgruntled post I figured it’s just as well. But then Simon came along, and cleared up a lot of stuff, and now it really doesn’t seem that bad?! I mean, it looks kinda cool?! Famous last words?
Meanwhile, Alexandra is preparing for a great adventure in outer space. Fancy joining? Captain’s log, mission reports… Oh, yes, please!
Even though I’m not doing any reading challenge, I loved Ayunda’s list for the Reading Women Challenge. Sleeping Beauties by Stephen & Owen King is set in Appalachia (which is topic #4) so if I were doing this challenge, I’d be already nailing at least one of the prompts. But I don’t… Still nice though.
Following that Appalachian trail of thought I have discovered bluegrass music, which according to Wikipedia is influenced by the music of Appalachia and other styles, including gospel and jazz, and according to me is pretty freakin’ awesome. I mean, a bunch of half naked dudes in dungarees singing Thunderstruck, playing on, among other things, spoons?
Do carry on!