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December may be hazardous to your health
Switch to old version and stay switched, LJ.
A vague malaise has been dragging at me all week, characterized only by tiredness and long sleeps. The gargling razorblades sensation in the throat might only be dryness: running the humidifier helped greatly last night. The aches in the shoulders might be bad sleeping posture or hefting lumpenkinder; two acupuncture sessions has helped greatly with those. The wanhope and blahs is characteristic of December in these latter days; the last time I was happy in December was 2003, nearly a decade ago.
The sum of this, though, is that I had to give away half a shift today, which is a good chunk of money. And *that* hurts.
Our protagonist has been a top-flight engineer (by the sound of it) for several decades now. Suddenly he discovers he's part Fae-- or Faere, as they call it. Which is either the Faere Folk, if you follow the rules of English phonics, or Fae-ree if you don't, and why should you? English itself certainly doesn't. And being Fae, proximity to iron makes him nauseated, and touching it gives him third degree burns. Naturally. So how did he manage to drive a car up to now?
It's this lack of attention to details that irks me; that and the repetition of questions that have just been answered or information that has just been given, which makes the characters come off as terminally dense. Editors, guys, editors: not a luxury, a necessity.
A vague malaise has been dragging at me all week, characterized only by tiredness and long sleeps. The gargling razorblades sensation in the throat might only be dryness: running the humidifier helped greatly last night. The aches in the shoulders might be bad sleeping posture or hefting lumpenkinder; two acupuncture sessions has helped greatly with those. The wanhope and blahs is characteristic of December in these latter days; the last time I was happy in December was 2003, nearly a decade ago.
The sum of this, though, is that I had to give away half a shift today, which is a good chunk of money. And *that* hurts.
Our protagonist has been a top-flight engineer (by the sound of it) for several decades now. Suddenly he discovers he's part Fae-- or Faere, as they call it. Which is either the Faere Folk, if you follow the rules of English phonics, or Fae-ree if you don't, and why should you? English itself certainly doesn't. And being Fae, proximity to iron makes him nauseated, and touching it gives him third degree burns. Naturally. So how did he manage to drive a car up to now?
It's this lack of attention to details that irks me; that and the repetition of questions that have just been answered or information that has just been given, which makes the characters come off as terminally dense. Editors, guys, editors: not a luxury, a necessity.
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That sort of lack of interior reality always irritates me in novels (or any sort of fiction), and tends to make me abandon series.
(Now, had it been me, perhaps the realisation of being part-Fae enforces some sort of personal change in interior magical/physical balance, resulting in semi-psychosomatic reactions to cold iron... but, ahem.)
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You have my bug!!! Eeeek!
Than scratchy sore throat plus achy back is exactly what I had! Watch out for stuffy ears - mine turned infected. Gargle with salt water (one-half teaspoon to one cup warm - not hot! - water), and also you can try this acupressure point for stuffy ears (link to eHow.com).
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Yes, I was expecting some kind of mention that, oh, his career had been hindered by a kind of claustrophobia so far, can't abide being in cars or trains or airplanes etc, but no. Maybe the phobia doesn't take effect until he's used his (far too strong for a mere part-Fae) powers for the first time. Or maybe indeed it's psychosomatic.
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And I'm resolutely sticking to old style. I'm waiting for the "You're using the old version of the Friends page — switch to the new one." - to go away and stop mocking me. It's a blight on my landscape. But I think I have managed to shove it to almost non-existence. One day I simply won't notice it. *shakes fist at lj*
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Somehow I managed to get my journal into my own style and keep it there. Some fix back when they removed previews from the comments. So I've never seen the 'you're viewing the old version of the Friends page' message. Alas, word is that lj will eventually disenable the 'use old style' entry box.