(Last night, the crosswalk light changed just as I got to the corner and I interpreted this to mean God wanted me to cross the street, go to Safeway, get a frozen pizza, and eat the whole thing for dinner. Plus half a bottle of wine. Plus many, many Reese’s pb cups. And also stay up late watching Gilmore Girls even though I had an early Dr’s appt in the morning.
Adobe is gathering data on the ebooks that have been opened, which pages were read, and in what order. All of this data, including the title, publisher, and other metadata for the book is being sent to Adobe’s server in clear text.
I am not joking; Adobe is not only logging what users are doing, they’re also sending those logs to their servers in such a way that anyone running one of the servers in between can listen in and know everything,
But wait, there’s more.
Adobe isn’t just tracking what users are doing in DE4; this app was also scanning my computer, gathering the metadata from all of the ebooks sitting on my hard disk, and uploading that data to Adobe’s servers.
In. Plain. Text.
And just to be clear, this includes not just ebooks I opened in DE4, but also ebooks I store in calibre and every Epub ebook I happen to have sitting on my hard disk.
Someone reblogged a post from madthoughts from almost a year ago and went to town tearing apart what I think was a really benign statement and good lord it is taking every ounce of me not to destroy them.
Did I purposefully not buy the BSG DVDs because it was on Netflix? Yes.
Did I have any immediate plans to re-watch BSG? No.
Was it in my Netflix queue? Yes.
Do I understand that content owners need to shuffle properties around like this from time to time in order to re-spark interest in hard copy sales and other digital distributon channels? Uhm…
Don’t I think it’s a little entitled to assume that all content you could ever want to watch should just sit around in Netflix’s databases waiting for you to get interested in it again, despite the flood of newer content that’s constantly coming in? I guess. I think I’ve messed up who is speaking to who here.
This isn't really a question... buuuut I just happened to read through your review of the Outlander book because I'm about to post my own and I wanted to see if others are talking about it in the same way that I'm about to - glad to see that we are! Anyway, I'm really writing you because, as much as I'm kinda hating on this book, Jamie does oral-sex up Claire's ladybits at some point. At least there's that, if nothing else.
Hahaha, thanks! I’m also glad there are others who didn’t love the book either. I’m hoping the show improves it.
The temperature is already dropping down to the ’70s in New York and Facebook posts about sweater weather are starting to creep up in our newsfeed. For our 19th edition of He Said/We Said (HS/WS), dapperQ headed to Brooklyn to photograph some dashing dappers rocking fall style in Prospect Park.
Maybe if you read and not skimmed, you would have discovered the reciprocation in kind! Secondly, this is NOT a swoony romance novel. It is about a RELATIONSHIP. A life-long one. The author doesn't need to spell out the "how to's" of sex. What matters are the reaction of the participants involved. The reader is smart enough and the author knows it. Thankfully.
The best part of being me is that I can choose to read or not read any book in the whole universe.
Jamie does reciprocate in the book, he tries to a couple of times before she lets him. In the book she mentions that Frank never wanted to do that for her, and he stays with it until she is satisfied. It's actually a cute scene because he tells her that was the first thing she should have had him do, that way he wouldn't have been so skittish on their wedding night.
PAGE NUMBERS AND I’LL READ IT YAY
But I won’t read anything else and I won’t finish the series.
It took me three tries to get through the first 20-30 pages of Outlander.
Once Claire made it to the past, I was pretty hooked. There were a few long internal monologues that bored, but I was promised hot sex and hot romance, so I persevered.
And then, the wedding. The “honeymoon”. The disappointment.
I think with genre fiction especially, there are some novels you read that simply grip your heart and never let you go. The story and the characters meet you at the right age/time/place in life, and that is it. I can totally understand why Outlander is like that for so many people. There is a lot of swoony love between Jamie and Claire.
But this book is not for fucking me.
Obviously, the first strike: the first romantic/sex scenes between the two main characters and they all fade to black. Waste of time!
But also: 3 days locked in the motel with highlander virgin and she never once says, “no honey, more like this”. She even climaxes. She gives him like 12 blow jobs and he never reciprocates (!!!).
And also: The way we know she ruminates over her bigamy is because he notices it and asks her.
In fact, honestly, the more I thought about it, the more put out I felt about Claire’s bigamy. She is constantly imperiled, constantly at risk of all kinds of sexual and bodily harm, and eventually, has not one other valid choice but to pick bigamy (and sex and love). All of the gray, the moral/ethical uncertainty has pretty much been taken out of the equation for her by the plot! There isn’t that much choice in her choice, and therefore very little meaningful internal conflict. It’s True Love Winning Out Because True Love Wins Out. Is Claire an empowered agent of her own fate? Why do I even have to ask? Blech.
So I skimmed to the end and nope nope nope (spoilers)
More attempted rapes and other assorted villainy against ladies (I know, I know, I’m describing like every other romance novel out there. But everyone burns out sometimes and this was it for me)
Attempted burning at the stake for the witchcraft (ladies! so dangerous! rape em or burn em!)
Wife beating, which just.. why? WHY EVEN PUT IT IN THE NOVEL? Because it is historically accurate? SHE TRAVELED THROUGH A CIRCLE OF STONES IN A FIELD TO THE PAST.
I will say this, however, there is a great deal more sex and it is fairly explicit. And as stated previously, the love is swoony and nice.
But Outlander kinda sucked (for me).*
*I’ll still watch the show tho, whenever i can get my grubby digital streaming hands on it.
None of them message’d me. So I browsed my matches and saw the most gorgeous, the most beautiful butch woman in the universe…
I just… I can’t.
I can’t go on another date with another woman who doesn’t fucking fall in love with me at first sight. I can’t exchange 3-5 pleasant emails and arrange a date with the 3-5 extra emails for scheduling and suggested restaurants and then finally, finally make it through drinks at the bar and dinner with someone who isn’t going to fall to their knees and beg me to kiss them at the end.
I got sucked into the rabbit hole that is Thai teen dramas. It began with the second season of the popular TV series, Hormones featuring a lesbian couple and from there it just got more gay.
Called the Skins of Thailand, the envelope-pushing Hormones: The Seriesfollows a group of students at the fictional Nadao Bangkok College and bears more than just a little resemblance to its UK predecessor in…
I dreamed that the very last of the Canadian people were being held prisoner on giant spaceships that floated above the planet at near-space levels. I was one of them; of about 50 people on this spaceship .
There may have been other ships with other Canadians, we weren’t sure, but definitely we knew— we were an endangered and threatened species.
Who was holding us prisoner? You. Human beings. We were Canadians, and you were human beings. The dream was clear about that.
So we figured out a plan to escape by crash-landing the ship— except we had to land in the Arctic, and that meant escape through the snow and ice and darkness.
We found a human town built on giant black rock foundations. Everything was black rock and snow. The houses had large glass windows, which we know are dangerous for us to live in, if someone peers in and discovers our Canadian-ness. We find an empty house and inflitrate, trying to look as human as possible. We wave to you through the windows and laugh at your snow ball fights.