Endless Ends

Welp. A tad stressed, so much reading.

Let's see. *cracks knuckles*

Finished Up:
-The sixth Three Pines mystery, Bury Your Dead.
-Blindsight, Peter Watts. (It was really, really, really good - raised questions on evolution and the philosophy of consciousness that I would never have thought of own my own.) Looking at the Goodread responses, it seems to be a polarizing book.

(I'm tempted to read the second part of the duo, but he's known for veering into weird sexual stuff as a series developed. So...maybe not. 😳)

-Hand in Glove, Ngaio Marsh. NG is a maven of the Golden Age Mystery. (a re-read)
-Several chapters of Casarett & Doull's Essentials of Toxicology. (long story and another re-read)

Currently:
-Another re-read. Death and the Dancing Footman. Ngaio Marsh, again.
-My Heart is a Chainsaw, by Stephen Graham Jones. 😎

That's since the seventh.

My stress reading is out of control.

OUT OF CONTROL


I might need an intervention. :p
 
Oops. Forgot one. Ancillary Justice. Ann Leckie. First in a trilogy.

A space opera! I like space operas. At least the older ones. Though, one thing, the older ones do tend to a lot of misogyny. Much sexualization of women.

Can’t say my twelve year-old self noticed at the time, but no doubt it scarred my sexual development. :p

This is a rather unique offering. The primary race does not use gender specific pronouns. Everyone uses She.

It’s an interesting take and surprising how much (and how little) it alters the *feel* of the book.

It’s good! Action, decent plot, and emotionally believable motivations.

Picked up the next two books. 😎
 
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In other news, I have agreed to go on a cruise.

I have, and have never had, any desire to do a cruise.


The aegis demands of a Bestie. 😬
 
As she's dragging me along as a palliative to being trapped on a boat with her mother and aunt, I'm going with -

No. :p

Word to the wise . . . be sure to check out the details of the specific vessel involved . . .

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EWpdu5DVcAI5lzQ.jpg
I saw this and started to laugh.

Then realized someone somewhere has absolutely done this with...questionable results. 😬
 
*gasps and recoils in horror*
what. are you going. to wear.
I. Do. Not. Know.

I googled *cruise wear* and, nope. Too much bare skin. Unless the ship sails though perpetual rain I would crisp up like a vampire stalked by sunrise.

Considering the circumstances, I'm tempted to outfit in fitted black, with satin gloves, and accompanying 1940's Mystery Woman cowl. I could cast significant glances about the deck and draw back in the shadows of...idk. Are there any corners to duck into on modern cruise ships?

Alas, I fear going noir might make me stand out....

What about wide, flowing cotton affairs that swath every inch of skin? With one of those crazy big floppy hats? Maybe? Too much?

I don't know what to wear.

*help me*

😂
 
Definitely do the swaths of billowy shit. You want to aim for “diaphanous af.”

Plus it’s light weight if you fall or get drugged and tossed overboard. (Hawt)

I mean, we would readily accept that garb on the mainland here. I don’t, ehm, cruise. But I would assume they’d accept it on the floating apartment complexes.

*whispers* search “resort wear”

Or ask @Lord Pmann from whence he sourced his infamous lobster pantaloons.
 
Egad. 😳

The. Lobster. Pants.

I occasionally run into a pair of those (or similar ilk) when wandering through the trendy part of midtown. Without fail, I can't tear my gaze away. This almost always happens in an elevator. Need I say both parties end up most uncomfortable?

Swathes of billowy sh*t. Diaphanous. That, I can do. 😎


May I say that if I'm going to be drugged it needs be for nefarious sexual reasons? I object to being some random murder victim.

#druggeestandards
 
Egad. 😳

The. Lobster. Pants.

I occasionally run into a pair of those (or similar ilk) when wandering through the trendy part of midtown. Without fail, I can't tear my gaze away. This almost always happens in an elevator. Need I say both parties end up most uncomfortable?

Swathes of billowy sh*t. Diaphanous. That, I can do. 😎


May I say that if I'm going to be drugged it needs be for nefarious sexual reasons? I object to being some random murder victim.

#druggeestandards

Yes Enny.
You can say that here.
You just did.
😂😂😂

*let the inboxes explode! 🎉

Also, giant sunglasses.
Yes, big hat.
And you may need… boat shoes. 👀
 
Big hat. ✔️
Giant sunglasses. ✔️

Boat shoes? *googles*

Wait.

You mean those leather shoes men used to wear without socks in the 80s? 👀

A la....what was that show...Miami Vice?



Errr. Is there another choice?

I'm not entirely sure I can pull off that aesthetic. 😂
 
Something I gleaned from google on cruise- wear....

Pineapple Prints

Could make for some interesting conversation if nothing else.
👀 👀 👀

*eyes fall out of head*


I am not a print girl. (Thankfully?) I dress in solids. It fits the willowy, elegant image I like to project.

(You know, as a counterpoint to my inevitable klutz. :p )


I will now be unable to quite staring if I see upside down pineapples. It's going to be Pmann's lobster pants all over again....
 
I am now also worried the elders will unknowingly book a *lifestyle* cruise....

This upcoming cruise is positively fraught with hazards.

Fraught With Hazards

😳

😂
 
I am now also worried the elders will unknowingly book a *lifestyle* cruise....

This upcoming cruise is positively fraught with hazards.

Fraught With Hazards

😳

😂

The elders are booking things?! Oh dear.
I’m wringing my hands on your behalf.
 
The elders are booking things?! Oh dear.
I’m wringing my hands on your behalf.

The Bestie OWES me for this.

Her aunt is going to accidentally book us on an elderly swinger cruise where everyone is decked out in pineapple appliqué and room keys are tossed randomly into bowls. Or...you know, something.

(My lack of orgy experience is hindering me here. :p )

I can't even lock myself in the cabin for the duration.

Bestie snores.


Is it too late to reconsider this 20 year friendship? 😂

#abridgetoofar


Buuuuut at least I'll be dressed appropriately.

(Thank You, Trekka! :p)
 
Lol… you’re a good friend. 💗
And I’m sure you’ll look fabulous.
And have a great time.
Bring on the mojitos!
 
I’m also a cleansing friend. And feeling kinda floopy.

After mislaying half a dozen things and struggling to remember the hard words like *dairy* and *jar* I’m putting myself in time out to watch bad sci-fi.

Before I hurt myself. 😂


I’m saying this as a public service announcement. In case I bop in and post anything too too off the wall. 😜


Now. Bats (1999). Dina Meyer and Lou Diamond Phillips and genetically altered small mammals.

Oh, my. :p
 
Dina Meyer is shooting genetically modified bats in the local mercantile.

The town square is filled with people running amok.

(There is zero explanation as to why a tiny town in Texas has half the population roaming the streets at night. 🤷🏼‍♀️)


All is as it should be. :p
 
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