Wow, that's just sad.

Every time I look back at my old lj entries, I feel like cringing. Not because they're so terribly bad, the opposite in fact. They were so good. Makes me so sad. Boohoo and etc. The thing is, they're so funny. I must wonder where all my mirth has gone. When I started lj'ing, I was a crazy machine. I was cranking entry after weird-ass entry out, and now, nothin'. Where is the pudding references, the insane ideas that should have me committed, and the swear after beautiful swear? Okay, not so much the last one. I don't really swear that much, unless I absolutely need to, dammitall. Maybe I'm just a little more lackluster now. I still have weird ideas and turns of phrase, but not so much energy. It was manic energy anyway. A font of writing was flowing from me back then though. I suppose I do tend to go through certain creative periods where I simply must create something. Still, I want the funny back! Or, I could just go back and read the old stuff...

Magic Street

I was wandering, meandering really, through the library friday before class, something I never do, and I thought to check for Orson Scott Card's newest book out, Magic Street. Twas there, marvelously, and so I checked it out and read it. OSC has put up the first five chapters to read on his website, so I was already partially hooked on it. It was a pretty quick read. Day and a half read tops, but totally awesome (mostly why it was such a quick read). It totally went in a direction I hadn't suspected though. I expected magic and such, the story keeps going and starts into various works of the past, mainly fairies from A Midsummer Nights Dream. Puck, Oberon, Titania, only his own view them. OSC never fails to impress and amaze me. Well, except for that book he did a long ways back called Treason... *shudders*