Tuesday, June 30th, 2009


Tuesday, June 30th, 2009 12:40 pm
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  1. I have lost the charger for my mobile phone. If you have sent me a text message or tried to ring me in the last 24 hours, and wondered why I didn't respond, this will be it. I can't afford a new one for a couple of weeks, so if it's urgent, ring me on the landline, or go via Mat.

  2. I have three invite codes for DW. Anyone want one who hasn't got one yet?

  3. There's still a bunch of you non-Dreamwidthers posting truncated feeds or bare URLs. I'm looking at you, Oranjepan! I am going to have a clear out on Thursday. Consider this your warning!

  4. I shall be doing a blood is the life in a minute, then I have a Book Geekery post that's squirming about in my head. Apologies in a dvance for the spammery.
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And today's Memeis something a little different. If you were introducing someone who had never blogged before to Dreamwidth, what would you show them?

I ask because I have today sent an invite code to a friend who is new to the internet, let alone to blogging, purely because she has become addicted to Spotify and wanted to join [community profile] spotification. What else should I point her towards? Leave a comment.

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I often talk about the influence my dad had on my cultural upbringing, but not so much my mum. Time to rectify that, I think. My dad (and my brothers) may have been the major influence on my film and TV tastes, but my mum (and one of my brothers) was the driving force behind my taste in music, and my mum and dad can share equal blame for my book geekery. Our house was crammed with books when I was growing up. Every room (including my own) had shelves, mostly floor to ceiling saving gaps for windows, and the shelving was haphazard enough for a girl to have much fun exploring. I've spoken before about the battered and much loved copy of The Complete Sherlock Holmes that came down via my dad from my grandad; I haven't before mentioned how it was my mum who introduced me to Poe.

When I was about [personal profile] amazing_holly's age, one of my brothers recorded Taste the Blood of Dracula for me off the BBC1 late Friday night horror slot. I don't fully know whether his motivation was benign or it'll be funny to terrify my little sister, but whatever it was he started something, because I loved it. I recruited my dad to tape the late night horror film every Friday night for me. Thus I got my first viewings of many of the Hammer and Amicus horrors that I adore to this day - a particularly fond memory is watching Legend of the Seven Golden Vampires with my dad and laughing uproariously at the one whose eyeballs come out and roll down his skull when he gets dusted. I also got a slew of the Corman/Price/Poe films.

Now, my mum is really squicky about horror stories, for various reasons, and if I ever wanted to watch one of these films, she would leave the room and go do something else. However, I happened to be watching Tales of Terror one day when she walked in and noticed what it was and didn't leave.

When it was over she told me how her mum used to love Edgar Allen Poe, and could recite The Raven by heart, and asked if I had read any of his stories? I hadn't. She found a battered old paperback called Tales of Mystery and Imagination, and a love affair was born. The stories that hit me hardest were The Tell Tale Heart, William Wilson, and Descent into the Maelstrom. I wanted more. Over the years on birthdays or christmas, there would be occasionally a new volume of collected Poeness, and because there are so many, they all had both old favourites and new things in.

One year, when I was 11 or 12, my auntie Susan took my mum to see The Mousetrap in London for her birthday present. My mum wanted to get me a souvenir because I hadn't been able to come along, and I was (and am) a big fan of Agatha Christie. The obvious place to go was Foyle's. She looked through the Christies, but couldn't remember which ones I had and hadn't got (and my Agatha Christie geekery is a tale for another day). Then she had a brainwave. She looked in the horror section. This was a big deal for her, because (as I mentioned) she really gets squicked by horror. There she found the Holy Grail. A gorgeously bound and beautifully illustrated hardback copy of Tales of Mystery and Imagination to replace the old paperback, which was now dropping to bits.

It was one of the best presents I ever got. I pick it up when I am down and it never fails to make me feel warm and comforted. It's not just a great book, it's a reminder of the love my mum has for me and I have for her, and of my grandma (who died before I was born), and her love for books and for my mum too. It's continuity and safety in book form. It's also a reminder that, as a parent, my mum would do things for me, even though it squicked her, or she didn't approve, because she knew I would appreciate it. That book is a representation of what a great mum I have, and how lucky I am.

Fast forward twenty years or so, and [personal profile] amazing_holly is starting to show an interest in books. I had just left her dad, and she needed comforting things. She needed to be reassured that everything was OK, that both her parents still loved her, and that she wasn't going to lose out on things. I was browsing the classic literature section in Waterstones in Leeds for something for myself, and my eye fell on a spine. It was fate...

So now [personal profile] amazing_holly is the proud owner of this. Some of the words are a bit big for her, yet, but she'll grow into it. But the illustrations are beautiful, and she already loves The Raven and Alone. Another generation of continuity...

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Phone Update

Tuesday, June 30th, 2009 06:17 pm
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So, in my annoyance at losing the charger for my phone, I decided to look at my service provider's website. And... welll... I am getting one of these. It's costing me £2 a month more than I am paying at the moment (including data charges), but I am getting 500 minutes, unlimited texts, unlimited data, and unlimited calls to phones on the same network, rather than 300 minutes and 300 texts and having to pay a daily rate for data. And it's shiny! £2 a month isn't too much, is it? I'm very poor at the moment... Still, it's nice to have something shiny on the way. And I shall still have my 7373 if it breaks, and the new charger will fit both...

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