At the deodorant aisle in the drug store & noticing that men have all kinds of “strong” scents: mountain breeze, alpine fresh.
Women, on the other hand are getting things like “powder fresh.”
Why do men get to smell like avalanches and ocean waves while women are getting the scent parents use on their infants when changing poopy diapers?
Am I the only one that gets these Apple updates to i-Tunes (& the like) that promise to be more intuitive but you find them LESS intuitive? I want back my old i-Tunes. That one, I understood!
In other, less-ranting news, I’m interviewed by Kristy Centeno: http://booksbycenteno.com/2012/12/04/interview-with-author-natasha-deen/
You know you’re in for “one of those:”movies when the main character says, “I saw it with my own eyes.”
I had to restrain myself from yelling at the screen, “Well, thank God. Because it would have been totally different had you seen it with your other eyes—you know, the ones you borrowed from Grandma.”
Ack. Saw it with my own eyes? Wow. Redundancy much?
Sigh, of course, we all know my irritation is because I’m in the middle of my first draft, which are rife—STOCK FULL—of redundancies, fallacies, plot holes, & cardboard characters.
ARUGH! Just found out my Twitterfeed isn’t updating to my Facebook page. Holy Schmoly. There isn’t enough tea to get rid of this technological headache!
Thought the website was all up & golden, then found out if you google and try to click on the link, you get an error message. More research, more confusing DNS jargon, only to read “SOMETIMES GOOGLE GETS STUCK and you have to reset the information.”
Holy crap. Thank God we’re living in the most technologically advanced time. *eye roll*
It should all be fixed, now. If not, someone let me know.
This is why dictionaries annoy me: Looking up “evanescence” and got this:
Definition of EVANESCENCE
1: the process or fact of evanescing
2: evanescent quality
Thanks for nothing, Merriam Webster
Been trying to take time off and catch up on reading, and came across a book that had a synopsis that had a man returning to purchase the estate he grew up on (as the caretaker’s son). He ends up starting a relationship with the realtor (who also happens to be the daughter of the estate owner), but then it goes on to talk about how his quest for revenge/payback becomes something more as he becomes obsessed with the girl.
And people, this is a ROMANCE.
I hear you. I hear you.
The idea of a man starting a relationship to punish someone then becoming obsessed with her is more horror and fiction noir than happy ever after.
I’m so sad and irritated that in 2012, we are still writing stories where a possessive, borderline abusive man is still considered “romantic” and “heroic.”
Got a follower from Twitter, but when I clicked on her link it took me to a XXX porno site. My poor computer. I feel like I need to scrub it down with high-grade cleaner and apologize profusely.
The more I hear about that Penn State coach & the cover-up, the angrier I get.