austin_tycho | Mar. 17th, 2004

Mar. 17th, 2004

I used to love Mercedes Lackey. I still read her writing, but her preachiness has been really irritating me. I think it was more that I didn't notice it before, or it didn't bother me as much- I did go back and read some of her earlier stuff, and it did have some of the smug scolding I've been getting irked by.

The latest I'm reading is a collection of short stories involving birds in a book she's edited and contributed a story to. Raptors are obviously a big hobby of hers, so this is no surprise. I'm a few pages into it, and really it's coming across as a chance for her to brag about how much she knows about falconry. The princess (who feels more comfortable in an old brown riding habit that a fancy dress- I think she uses that old stereotype in every dang thing she writes) is teaching a young squire about falconry. She's telling him all these facts and he's going 'really? Gee, miss, so why is that? Well, young squire...' and she lectures some more. Please, Misty, if you want to write a paper on falconry do that- every other story in this book so far has had a lot more story and a lot less agenda (birds of prey are neat! But learning falconry is complex! Yet rewarding! And rich snooty people who don't understand the birds they own suck!). Bleh. Maybe it will get better. Laurell Hamilton's stuff is transparently soft-core porn, and obvious wish-fulfillment, but at least she makes it engaging and has some complex plot stuff going on there.

Current Mood: complainy

Friday is hub and I's 4th wedding anniversary. I knew I wanted it to be on an equinox, and I got my wish. Father-in-law gave us some money to go eat somewhere nice. We decided to give Cheesecake Factory another try, mainly because we don't actually eat out at nice places much and couldn't think of anything else that sounded good.

( the part for the foodies )

It was a great meal. We went late, since I get home around 8, so we didn't get home 'til 10- enough time to watch Futurama and Good Eats then fall into a digestive sleep. We wanted to eat out yesterday because today is St. Paddy's day (not wearing green; I have no problems with the Irish but a certain Catholic saint who reportedly beat pagans with a cudgel can toss my salad; I'm listening to 'Holy Well' again today so that's my nod) and Friday is when the group gets together for Oestara. We reflected a little and both agree that it's been a pretty good 4 years, and signs seem to point to it only getting better. Huzzah!