One of the reasons I work out is because I want to be able to cosplay Captain Hammer by October. THAT’S A GOOD REASON, RIGHT?
So my sister is together with a deadbeat, anti-social, sexist, condensending, moronic shit stain who for the past two years has been consequently telling her she’s too fat.
Last weekend he broke up with her through text message because my sister spent the weekend with friends rather than with him. Even though he was free to come along. But after talking it through they got back together.
This was an extremely frustrating experience. Seeing my sister liberated from this garbage, not being too upset about it. Even relieved perhaps. Only to have her sucked right back into a relationship that’s more stale than bread left in the sun for a good month.
I said I wanted to have a talk with him to make sure he would treat her better. But apparently our mother already did this and my sister didn’t want me to do it. I guess I’d pop the little bubble they got going for the next couple of days.
But fine, even though I’d rather just go and throw the guy out of a window and be done with it I decided to let it slide. Let my sister be the judge of her own actions and be there when she needs me. If I ever hear he’s mistreating her again I won’t bother her with it. I’ll simply go to her boyfriend and have a good, stern conversation with him to make sure he changes his behavior. Mind you, I genuinely believe he’s too dumb to see what kind of an asshole he is.
So there I am, feeling I’m handling the situation well. It’s nice to take a higher ground in such a loathsome event.
And then I try to talk to someone about it, they call me a pussy because I haven’t punched him in the face yet.
I don’t know where to start describing with how anger inducing this all is to me.
Been quiet a while. How about this shameless selfie of me heading to a prom party yesterday?
I’m going to do something different with this blog in the future, seeing as I’ve gone through a few changes myself. It will still contain a lot of bookish goodness, but expect to see some posts about movies, series, geek stuff and fitness/losing weight filling the ranks soon.
Has your cat ever walked across your keyboard? Well, it’s not a new problem. Medieval book historian Erik Kwakkel recently Tweeted this photo of a 15th century book with… you guessed it… cat paw prints in ink on the pages! We’re part of a long and glorious historical movement, friends. (Source: Dr. Marty Becker)
Ah this is the best thing! Those medieval cats!
Cats gon’ be cats
Every day is a struggle between the cynical and cold man I seem to be becoming naturally, and the very oposite which I strive to be.
I realize that I use this tumblr mostly to boast about which books I have bought without shame. In the near future I hope to do something about that.
But in the meanwhile…
And… Some less pretentious ones:
All bought in one day at a book faire in Hasselt, Belgium. These are all books I constantly see in bookstores and which are always quite pricy and one would normally skip on buying them because the chances of actually reading them (I mean really… Faust?) are low. But at his faire the books were sold at such dumping prices that 5 euros for one at some points seemed like an insane case of overpricing. So I let out the monster within and ended up straining my shoulder carrying this load home. But now I have a full shelf of pretentious literature, ho! The best part is that about twenty of these books come from the same publisher, so they look rather classy next to one another.
All joking aside, I will read these for certain as I do with all my books but it all depends on moods, really. At the moment I am too light minded to enjoy heavy prose so I stick to more lighthearted stuff like Discworld.
If it is of any interest to my followers, the cookbook is so I can make nice lunches for a special someone.
If I find a decent camera I’ll post some pictures of my book collection soon!