I admire anyone with an e-reader right now. Cause there are a lot of WTF?? after canoodeling around the internets looking into restrictions and prices. At Amazon, trad pub romances as eBooks are MORE EXPENSIVE that the paperback. They have no storage need, no distribution system, no printing, no un-sold books coming back, no paper, no ink. And yet they charge more. For something I assume would only be mine for a limited period of time. No way.
Also I find it weird that amazon.uk sent me to amazon.com. They can sell me ebooks from the us but not from the uk?
I looked through recomended self pub places. The number of established romance authors doing this is very small. Also, those that chose pub it! (B&N) have eliminated from their reader pool any person living outside the US.
So, what I have learned is this: if one wants to read romance in english as eBooks, one has to be one of the following: a)very rich and guillable, b) having no ethical qualms about piracy, c) living in the US, d)tech-savy knowing how to fake/hide the ips-thingy or whatever it is called, e)write them yourself.
As far as I could tell, the combined virtual bookstore was, compared to print books, disapointingly small. I really believed it was not as bad as I found it to be.
Well, hopefully, by the time I have saved enough centimos to by an eReader, there will be better options out there.
Thursday, 31 March 2011
Sorry
Spelling, spelling! I am so sorry about all the mistakes I make. They are like nails on the blackboard of my pedantic soul. But somehow I don't see them when writing in blogger. Maybe I should start doing it first in word..
I do not see them before they are published, and I shudder and close my eyes.
I do not see them before they are published, and I shudder and close my eyes.
I closed the door before the goat had been let loose
Max temp today is supposed to be 24 ºC. I am so happy to be living in Zaragoza. I have to add that 24º here is not pool-temperature. Not ever short sleeves temp. People here go "Oh, spring, I can open up the zipper of my jacket.." I am more like "It's SUMMERTIME!" In their defense it is (surprise) windy and el cierco is def not 24ºC. In my defense it is not even April and more than 20ºC.
I think I hit my well-bottom on monday. Hopefully.
I had a coffe with the ex yesterday, thinking he had something to tell me, but we just chattered and time went quick and I am sort of not angry anymore, unless I sit down and think about all that has happened. So I won't.
Going home in one week. Please no snow? I can deal with lots of things but please no snow.
I am thinking of getting a piggy-bank and start saving money for an e-reader, but I have to look up all those geografic-restrictions things. There is no point having one if the only way I will be able to read the books I want is to get all teck-savy and piaraty and having to learn about dm-whatevers. Also I have no delusion about being entitled to free books, I think an author should get paid. One of the reasons for this is that one of my favourite romance authors is going to publish books on her own as ebooks. Eagerly awaited secuels to All through the night and As you Desire. (Yes. For you none-romance-reading-readers: The titles are cheesy, but no more so than The omega conpiracy and Dragon-saver. It is genre fiction, people.) But she is an US based author, and I need to figure out if this is going to be a problem or not. I sort of think that if she does it all on her own there will be no problem, it is only through the big trad publishers that such things as geo-restrictions come in play, but I am not sure, so I'll have to snoop about.
Freya says hi! Or, she says miau, but really it is "I am bored out of my mind! Look at me!"
I think I hit my well-bottom on monday. Hopefully.
I had a coffe with the ex yesterday, thinking he had something to tell me, but we just chattered and time went quick and I am sort of not angry anymore, unless I sit down and think about all that has happened. So I won't.
Going home in one week. Please no snow? I can deal with lots of things but please no snow.
I am thinking of getting a piggy-bank and start saving money for an e-reader, but I have to look up all those geografic-restrictions things. There is no point having one if the only way I will be able to read the books I want is to get all teck-savy and piaraty and having to learn about dm-whatevers. Also I have no delusion about being entitled to free books, I think an author should get paid. One of the reasons for this is that one of my favourite romance authors is going to publish books on her own as ebooks. Eagerly awaited secuels to All through the night and As you Desire. (Yes. For you none-romance-reading-readers: The titles are cheesy, but no more so than The omega conpiracy and Dragon-saver. It is genre fiction, people.) But she is an US based author, and I need to figure out if this is going to be a problem or not. I sort of think that if she does it all on her own there will be no problem, it is only through the big trad publishers that such things as geo-restrictions come in play, but I am not sure, so I'll have to snoop about.
Freya says hi! Or, she says miau, but really it is "I am bored out of my mind! Look at me!"
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
Why backstroke?
I am getting through this Spring-depression! It is by far the lightest one I have had in years, and pretty cool, since I sort of thought that spring+breakup would mean total meltdown and days without showering...
On Thursday (suddenly that word looked weird. Like I was writing it wrong. Possibly because I read through my blogposts since the beginning, (possible to do, since there are not that many of them) vincing every now and then from horrible spelling. But I can't be bothered to do spell checks, as I tend to start editing myself.)
Anyways, on Thursday I will quite possibly get an Amazon parcel! Most of the stuff are gifts for my dad and for friends, but for my self there is Going Postal DVD, Cecilia Bartoli CD, (hello french people who google her and come here. I love Stats.) and my romance-crack: Elizabeth Boyle's latest book. Hellu reality-escape!
I went swimming this weekend, 45 minutes, not tired at all, so next time I'll start intoducing more crawl as it ups my heartrate. I went later than I normaly do, on the plus side: no getting up at dawn, no morning chill going there, no sad old men swimming in my lane and "accidentally" touching.. and the minus-side: The pool is stuffed to the roof with females, who does backstoke. Slowly. ??? Why backstroke? I assume there is some diet-slim-arms reason for this?
It is ok when we are three in one lane, it is for the most part easy to swim past, but when we are 4 or 5 it starts to become difficult and I get trapped behind stamping, irritated, feeling my pulse slowing down.
Maybe I should suggest to the staff to put up a lane for backstroke swimmers, and there they can putter about without blocking the pool for the rest of us. Next time I'll rather deal with the human-contact-starved old men. At least I get to excercice that way.
What I really need is a pool all for myself.
On Thursday (suddenly that word looked weird. Like I was writing it wrong. Possibly because I read through my blogposts since the beginning, (possible to do, since there are not that many of them) vincing every now and then from horrible spelling. But I can't be bothered to do spell checks, as I tend to start editing myself.)
Anyways, on Thursday I will quite possibly get an Amazon parcel! Most of the stuff are gifts for my dad and for friends, but for my self there is Going Postal DVD, Cecilia Bartoli CD, (hello french people who google her and come here. I love Stats.) and my romance-crack: Elizabeth Boyle's latest book. Hellu reality-escape!
I went swimming this weekend, 45 minutes, not tired at all, so next time I'll start intoducing more crawl as it ups my heartrate. I went later than I normaly do, on the plus side: no getting up at dawn, no morning chill going there, no sad old men swimming in my lane and "accidentally" touching.. and the minus-side: The pool is stuffed to the roof with females, who does backstoke. Slowly. ??? Why backstroke? I assume there is some diet-slim-arms reason for this?
It is ok when we are three in one lane, it is for the most part easy to swim past, but when we are 4 or 5 it starts to become difficult and I get trapped behind stamping, irritated, feeling my pulse slowing down.
Maybe I should suggest to the staff to put up a lane for backstroke swimmers, and there they can putter about without blocking the pool for the rest of us. Next time I'll rather deal with the human-contact-starved old men. At least I get to excercice that way.
What I really need is a pool all for myself.
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Die Hard OD
I have watched all four in a row, and the last one twice since last evening. I love them. Alan Rickman is hot even with that silly beard. It is his voice.
And that guy doing kung-fu or something in the buff, in front of a mirror. Observing himself. Talk about setting up the bad guy as yuck. It is just such a glorious turn-off! And McClaine (or however it is spelled) gets to crash/blow up just bigger and bigger stuff, ending with the military monster jet..
The second time around 4.0 I paid attention to the lines. You know, the stuff they do between carchases, and boy it is soooo lame. And I could not care less. The actors do their best and I really liked that hacker-guy, probably because he had the only decent lines, him and Kevin Smith. ;)
So yeah. Jippi-ka-yey, motherfucker!
Another movie I watched for the billionth time was Where Eagles Dare with Clint Eastwood, Richard Burton and Clints hair-do. I love the book, together with many others of Alistair MacLean, such as the Guns of Navarone, Circus, The way to dusty death and the Breakheart Pass. But boy is there a lot of sloppy stuffin the movie: Climbing metal steps, at supposedly freezing temperatures WITH NO GLOVES. How the time of day and weather changes from scene to scene. Specially in that first part. Okay, snow makes it lighter, but not that light. We go from blue sky to snowstorm in seconds..
One part I like about it is that the only german guy who is portrayed as Evil Super Bastard is the Gestapo man. The rest of the men are just that. Military men doing their job. Listening to music, hanging aaround waiting for something to do. Many could benefit from shooting lessions, and some more intelligence but they are not EVIL. Maybe it was one of the conditions for being allowed to film it on location in germany or austria or wherever.
So that was my weekend, white vine, Brie and movie marathon. Best weekend in a long time! It was needed. Now I have the cravings for some Jason Borne and Starwars 4,5&6. May the force be with you!
And that guy doing kung-fu or something in the buff, in front of a mirror. Observing himself. Talk about setting up the bad guy as yuck. It is just such a glorious turn-off! And McClaine (or however it is spelled) gets to crash/blow up just bigger and bigger stuff, ending with the military monster jet..
The second time around 4.0 I paid attention to the lines. You know, the stuff they do between carchases, and boy it is soooo lame. And I could not care less. The actors do their best and I really liked that hacker-guy, probably because he had the only decent lines, him and Kevin Smith. ;)
So yeah. Jippi-ka-yey, motherfucker!
Another movie I watched for the billionth time was Where Eagles Dare with Clint Eastwood, Richard Burton and Clints hair-do. I love the book, together with many others of Alistair MacLean, such as the Guns of Navarone, Circus, The way to dusty death and the Breakheart Pass. But boy is there a lot of sloppy stuffin the movie: Climbing metal steps, at supposedly freezing temperatures WITH NO GLOVES. How the time of day and weather changes from scene to scene. Specially in that first part. Okay, snow makes it lighter, but not that light. We go from blue sky to snowstorm in seconds..
One part I like about it is that the only german guy who is portrayed as Evil Super Bastard is the Gestapo man. The rest of the men are just that. Military men doing their job. Listening to music, hanging aaround waiting for something to do. Many could benefit from shooting lessions, and some more intelligence but they are not EVIL. Maybe it was one of the conditions for being allowed to film it on location in germany or austria or wherever.
So that was my weekend, white vine, Brie and movie marathon. Best weekend in a long time! It was needed. Now I have the cravings for some Jason Borne and Starwars 4,5&6. May the force be with you!
Saturday, 19 March 2011
vino
Tonight I have a date with this beauty. It is Gewurztraminer from Viñas del Vero Collection and it is soo good. The last time I opened a bottle to have a glass, I ended up tipsy and happy, chatting the head of the people who happened to call that evening...
The plan is to have two glasses max, and save the rest for tomorrow...but I cannot even write that and keep a straight face. ;)
This image is from the webpage http://www.santacecilia.es/vinas_del_vero_gewurztraminer_2010. This whole copyright thing drives me nuts. I tried to find an image on Viñas del Vero homepage (vinasdelvero.es) but there was none. Since I have no camara, I have to borrow on the net...If the people from santacecilia objects to this usage, I'll take the image away. Promise.
Thursday, 17 March 2011
How Now, Brown Cow
Where on earth did I hear those words? It must have been in some movie. I know, I should google it. Ah! I got it! It is in "Singing in the Rain" where the actress with the nasal voice is having elocution lessons..How now, brown cow.
And how long does grief over ended relationship last? I am a novice in this, and starting to get fed up with it all. It Sucks. Big hairy camel balls.
Ah well. This too will pass. Patience!
This weekend I will have the luxury of being ALONE! I seriously need to win the lottery before autumn comes, so that I can afford a small studio for my self. Sight. There will be plenty of rants in october no doubt, about room-mates frying sardines and having the tv on at every meal... Or the worst of the worst: Spanish radio on full blast while preparing breakfast. WITHOUT ACTUALLY LISTENING TO IT!!!
It is one of the great mysteries of the spanish society: The craving for noice at all times.
And how long does grief over ended relationship last? I am a novice in this, and starting to get fed up with it all. It Sucks. Big hairy camel balls.
Ah well. This too will pass. Patience!
This weekend I will have the luxury of being ALONE! I seriously need to win the lottery before autumn comes, so that I can afford a small studio for my self. Sight. There will be plenty of rants in october no doubt, about room-mates frying sardines and having the tv on at every meal... Or the worst of the worst: Spanish radio on full blast while preparing breakfast. WITHOUT ACTUALLY LISTENING TO IT!!!
It is one of the great mysteries of the spanish society: The craving for noice at all times.
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