Stuck between desire and ability
It’s strange – after so long without really blogging anywhere, I have the urge to do so once more. This might be because I’ve started a new blog completely unrelated to anything I’ve tacked previously – it’s called The Travelling Wombat, and it contains a lot of photos which illustrate the adventures of a small stuffed animal as it travels round the world (well, it’s been to Italy and Ireland so far, but is off to some other locations soon).
But working on that has given me the blogging bug again, which is good for my personal blog too. Trouble is, although I really want to post here as well, I’m completely stuck for ideas. Even my stack of Quotes and Words of the Day aren’t much help – none of them are providing me with the right sort of inspiration. I haven’t even really written any poems lately that are worthy of being shared with anyone else.
Anyone got any idea they’d be prepared to share with me for something I can post about? (Help? Anyone?)
Entertaining chopsticks
I’m a quite a fan of Engrish.com and its associated blogs, even if I’m personally too lazy to post anything to them.
But I was amused by the instructions on a packet of disposable chopsticks that I was given at a Chinese restaurant the other day, and decided that I might as well share them… From the actual nature of the spelling mistakes, I suspect that they were copied from something else by someone who didn’t know Latin characters – putting c instead of e, for example. Makes for entertaining reading though, especially when you’re waiting on your spring rolls and chicken fried rice…
Welcome to Chinese Restaurant.
Please try your Nice Chinese Food With Chopsticks the traditional and typical of Chinese glonous history and cultual.
Tuk under tnurmb and hcld firmly
Add second chcostick
Hold tirst chopstick in originai position
Read: May 2009
I’m still alive, still reading, not really writing though – more’s the pity.
The Ninth Circle, Alex Bell. Library book, first read.
A fantasy thriller – The Bourne Identity with angels and demons and a potential Anti-Christ. Pretty fascinating and gripping.
Girl in a Blue Dress, Gaynor Arnold. Library book, first read.
A fictionalised account of Charles Dicken’s marriage from his widow’s point of view; long-listed for the Booker last year. Intriguing, and almost made me wish I’d read more Dickens in order to be able to recognise references to his books.
The Last Oracle, James Rollins. Library book, first read.
And another fantasy thriller, by one of the authors I make a point of reading. I’m not sure I like the way his style’s shifting towards Dan-Brown-esque abruptness, but at least in this novel he didn’t once mention the hero’s Welsh cheekbones (which normally get mentioned quite a few times, to my amusement).
In the Court of the Crimson Kings, S M Stirling. Own copy, first read.
And another of the authors I make a point of reading, although this novel’s been sat on the shelves for a while. Although it’s influenced by the alternate history he generally writes, it’s really an update of the pulp fiction of the 20s and 30s, being about contact with homo sapiens martiensis (that’s Martians to us, but human ones).
Beg for Mercy, Toni Andrews. Borrowed copy, first read.
Urban fantasy, but not the usual supernatural being or witch/shaman type. Some bits were rather formulaic and some of the characterisation was sloppy, but it was a fun, quick, satisfying read.






