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castalieHee! Today is the birthday of two lovely people from my flist - ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spikedluv and fangirl1981 - Happy Birthday, girls! I think it's safe to wish you both lots of slashiness on that special day and as far as personal wishes are concerned: lots of new challenge-communities for the former and lots of Sofia love for the latter *kisses*
Today has been real slow at work. So slow that I started and finished A Portrait of Phillip by JP Bowie - that should tell you how busy I was *cough* So. What did I think of the book? It was nice. Well, it read like a fanfic. No offense meant to fanfic, of course, but maybe it'll give you an idea. Actually, the sex scene? Was exactly the kind we read in fics. I mean, seriously, there was no difference. Not that there's anything wrong with that just... well, actually I don't know - I was suddenly brought back to Josh Lanyon's sex scene in his Adrien English series, which was shorter than short, not graphic as such, and it was - to me, obviously - ten times hotter and more powerful than JP Bowie's graphic one. And it was hot, of course... it just didn't have the same level of intensity or anything *shrug* So anyway, I did enjoy A Portrait of Phillip, but like I would a fic... and not one I would nominate in a fanfic award, either. But hey, like I said once, I don't expect to be blown away by each and every book I'm reading, so it's okay.
I'm also thinking A Portrait of Phillip suffered from my finishing Kirith Kirin just yesterday - the latter is so beautiful and powerful that the former had to pale in comparison - not that I would ever compare the two, mind - and maybe I was still in Kirith Kirin mode, I don't know *shrug*
Then I came home and realised I didn't have any more queer lit to savour, so I remedied that and ordered Murder In The Rue St. Ann by Greg Herren and The Tenth Man by E. William Podojil - they both sounded intriguing and I remember coveting them for some time - so I caved in...
Changing the subject now - though still on books. Well, BDs to be more precise. Do some of you read the Mafalda series? I was a big fan when I was a kid - though I kinda wonder why now, because most of the strips had to totally go over my head. So I don't know what exactly I understood and what I liked so much in that series even as a wee!Mouse. But anyway, I've been in a Mafalda mood lately and have been re-reading my Mafalda - l'Intégrale and I wanted to share some little gems.
Pour ceux qui ne connaissent pas ou qui ont oublié: Mafalda est une petite fille d'environ 5 ans. Felipe et Manolito sont deux de ses camarades.
Raquel: *en train de préparer les affaires d'école de sa fille*
Mafalda: *la regardant* Pauvre maman! Elle se fait du souci parce que demain je commence à aller à l'école maternelle et elle a peur que cela ne me plaise pas. Vraiment, je pourrais la rassurer en lui disant que j'ai envie d'aller à la maternelle, puis à l'école, au lycée, à l'université, etc... *va voir sa mère* Tu sais, maman, je veux aller à la maternelle et étudier beaucoup, comme ça plus tard, je ne deviendrai pas une femme frustrée et médiocre comme toi *s'en va*
R: *en arrière plan. Plutôt effondrée dans le genre*
M: *toute contente d'elle* Ca fait plaisir de réconforter sa maman!
Raquel: Mafalda, ramasse le chandail que tu as laissé traîner!
M: *se rebelle* Je n'ai à obéir à personne, maman! Je suis le président.
R: Et moi je suis la banque mondiale, le club de paris et le fonds monétaire international!
M: *ramasse le chandail*
Felipe: *joue avec un yo-yo*
Mafalda: Qu'est-ce-que c'est que ce machin, Felipe?
F: Un jeu.
M: Un toi?
F: Non, un jeu.
M: Ah, un Felipe.
F: Non! C'est pas le je de je. C'est un jeu, tu comprends, un jeu!
M: EGOCENTRIQUE!
Mafalda et Manolito sont en train d'écouter une série à la radio - faut savoir que Manolito ne pense qu'à faire du commerce et gagner de l'argent:
Radio: "Non, Julie, notre amour est impossible! Un abîme nous sépare. Ta situation, ta fortune... les gens diraient que je me marie pour ton argent." "Non, mon Fernand! Non! Il n'y a que les canailles, les fourbes et les envieux pour le penser..."
Manolito: *en colère* C'est la première fois que l'on m'insulte à la radio!
Mafalda: Mais d'où peuvent venir les soucoupes volantes?
Felipe: Je ne sais pas. Mails il semble que les savants ne le sachent pas non plus *semble très heureux*
M: Et ça t'amuse?
F: Oui, je suis assez fier de partager l'ignorance des scientifiques.
Felipe: S'il est vrai que les soucoupes volantes viennent d'un monde plus évolué que le notre... alors personne ne peut dire que nous habitons un pays sous-développé. Parce que finalement, c'est toute la planète qui est sous-développée *regarde le ciel* Merci d'avoir sauvé notre prestique national!
And I'll stop here, cause if I'm the only who finds those amusing... I don't need to share with myself lol
And finally, on a totally different note: let's welcome![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sentinel_kink to our midst, yay!
spikedluv and fangirl1981 - Happy Birthday, girls! I think it's safe to wish you both lots of slashiness on that special day and as far as personal wishes are concerned: lots of new challenge-communities for the former and lots of Sofia love for the latter *kisses*Today has been real slow at work. So slow that I started and finished A Portrait of Phillip by JP Bowie - that should tell you how busy I was *cough* So. What did I think of the book? It was nice. Well, it read like a fanfic. No offense meant to fanfic, of course, but maybe it'll give you an idea. Actually, the sex scene? Was exactly the kind we read in fics. I mean, seriously, there was no difference. Not that there's anything wrong with that just... well, actually I don't know - I was suddenly brought back to Josh Lanyon's sex scene in his Adrien English series, which was shorter than short, not graphic as such, and it was - to me, obviously - ten times hotter and more powerful than JP Bowie's graphic one. And it was hot, of course... it just didn't have the same level of intensity or anything *shrug* So anyway, I did enjoy A Portrait of Phillip, but like I would a fic... and not one I would nominate in a fanfic award, either. But hey, like I said once, I don't expect to be blown away by each and every book I'm reading, so it's okay.
I'm also thinking A Portrait of Phillip suffered from my finishing Kirith Kirin just yesterday - the latter is so beautiful and powerful that the former had to pale in comparison - not that I would ever compare the two, mind - and maybe I was still in Kirith Kirin mode, I don't know *shrug*
Then I came home and realised I didn't have any more queer lit to savour, so I remedied that and ordered Murder In The Rue St. Ann by Greg Herren and The Tenth Man by E. William Podojil - they both sounded intriguing and I remember coveting them for some time - so I caved in...
Changing the subject now - though still on books. Well, BDs to be more precise. Do some of you read the Mafalda series? I was a big fan when I was a kid - though I kinda wonder why now, because most of the strips had to totally go over my head. So I don't know what exactly I understood and what I liked so much in that series even as a wee!Mouse. But anyway, I've been in a Mafalda mood lately and have been re-reading my Mafalda - l'Intégrale and I wanted to share some little gems.
Pour ceux qui ne connaissent pas ou qui ont oublié: Mafalda est une petite fille d'environ 5 ans. Felipe et Manolito sont deux de ses camarades.
Raquel: *en train de préparer les affaires d'école de sa fille*
Mafalda: *la regardant* Pauvre maman! Elle se fait du souci parce que demain je commence à aller à l'école maternelle et elle a peur que cela ne me plaise pas. Vraiment, je pourrais la rassurer en lui disant que j'ai envie d'aller à la maternelle, puis à l'école, au lycée, à l'université, etc... *va voir sa mère* Tu sais, maman, je veux aller à la maternelle et étudier beaucoup, comme ça plus tard, je ne deviendrai pas une femme frustrée et médiocre comme toi *s'en va*
R: *en arrière plan. Plutôt effondrée dans le genre*
M: *toute contente d'elle* Ca fait plaisir de réconforter sa maman!
Raquel: Mafalda, ramasse le chandail que tu as laissé traîner!
M: *se rebelle* Je n'ai à obéir à personne, maman! Je suis le président.
R: Et moi je suis la banque mondiale, le club de paris et le fonds monétaire international!
M: *ramasse le chandail*
Felipe: *joue avec un yo-yo*
Mafalda: Qu'est-ce-que c'est que ce machin, Felipe?
F: Un jeu.
M: Un toi?
F: Non, un jeu.
M: Ah, un Felipe.
F: Non! C'est pas le je de je. C'est un jeu, tu comprends, un jeu!
M: EGOCENTRIQUE!
Mafalda et Manolito sont en train d'écouter une série à la radio - faut savoir que Manolito ne pense qu'à faire du commerce et gagner de l'argent:
Radio: "Non, Julie, notre amour est impossible! Un abîme nous sépare. Ta situation, ta fortune... les gens diraient que je me marie pour ton argent." "Non, mon Fernand! Non! Il n'y a que les canailles, les fourbes et les envieux pour le penser..."
Manolito: *en colère* C'est la première fois que l'on m'insulte à la radio!
Mafalda: Mais d'où peuvent venir les soucoupes volantes?
Felipe: Je ne sais pas. Mails il semble que les savants ne le sachent pas non plus *semble très heureux*
M: Et ça t'amuse?
F: Oui, je suis assez fier de partager l'ignorance des scientifiques.
Felipe: S'il est vrai que les soucoupes volantes viennent d'un monde plus évolué que le notre... alors personne ne peut dire que nous habitons un pays sous-développé. Parce que finalement, c'est toute la planète qui est sous-développée *regarde le ciel* Merci d'avoir sauvé notre prestique national!
And I'll stop here, cause if I'm the only who finds those amusing... I don't need to share with myself lol
And finally, on a totally different note: let's welcome
sentinel_kink to our midst, yay!
