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This post has been cut out of fear that it will bore my f-list to death and no one will want to read me ever again.
Just call me Marvin.

It's book week and I've only bought two books.
Two.
Something must have been wrong with me last night.
Well, there's always today to make up for it.
Though the increasing problem of space is worrisome, I'm already double layered and it looked like I'll going to need to start decking the books one on top of the other which is not good!
I went with Shimrit and she bought many more books than me and it looks like I'll be buying the same she bought, ugh, I hate borrowing books because they stay with me for a long time because I read so many more books before the ones I actually borrowed, not to mention that I like owning the books I read. My room is steadily becoming more of a library than a boudoir.
Looks like my eight or so DVD's will have to be put in the closet so that I can stack my books on the bottom most shelf which is floor level, which Wish (the cat) likes to sniffle around which doesn't encourage me to put books there.
Once I've actually bought everything I'm going to buy this year I'll let y'all know, but they're most likely to be all original Israeli books since it's Hebrew Book Week and I dislike buying translations if I can read the language they were written in originally.

I'm taking care of my cousin of one-million-degrees and he's asleep. Yayness. His mother and I agreed that me coming over to their house would be better since on Tuesday it was a disaster, so I'm in Ra'anana, where they live, happily surfing the web while the babykins sleep (or plays, or poops, or drools). This evening I'll just be babysitting, hopefully no actual changing, feeding etc, will be necessary.
Double baby-duty.
Arrgh.
And tomorrow as well, from eight in the morning till noon, I know it doesn't seem like a long time, but babies are people and as such unpredictable, routines are an illusion that babies plant in their care takers mind so that we imagine we are in control, but in fact we are controlled by these people-in-potential and must follow their decree lest we perish.
Yeah, I'm tired and comparing regular infants to nefarious Midwich Cookoos (A book by John Wyndam and the basis of that creeeeeeepy movie "Village of the Damned". Both are excellent).

In addition, the genocide in Darfur must be stopped.

וכמו כן, צריך לעצור את רצח העם בדרפור.

Date: 2007-06-07 11:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] antongarou.livejournal.com
So, which books did you buy?I might wish to at the very least take a look...:)

Date: 2007-06-07 11:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eumelia.livejournal.com
ערבים טובים מאת הלל כהן
קפקא על החוף מאת הרוקי מורקמי

שניהם הוצאת כתר.

ובלי קשר, אם אתה הולך היום אני ממליצה על "שבויים בלבנון" מאת עופר שלח ויואב לימור של הוצאת ידיעות.

Date: 2007-06-07 12:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] warlordkittens.livejournal.com
omg. i am book-hungry, i think i'll buy the entire place on sunday.

Date: 2007-06-07 05:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] antongarou.livejournal.com
אני הולך במוצ"ש, אבל אזכור את ההמלצות*מתחיל רשימה*

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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