"Now this is a fire!"

So apparently there's quite a fire in my building. I'm told to stay in my corridor.
'Don't mind if I do', I mumble as I reblog another picture of Tom Hiddleston in the Captain America suit.

Don't mind if I do.

EDIT:

So this was just proof of the point that you should extinguish all fires in a room before leaving it. Fires such as candles. Especially if it's somebody else's room.

The Hutt recommends: I, Lucifer

I, Lucifer by Glen Duncan.

Now here’s my kind of book! Just look at this opening paragraph:

"I, Lucifer, Fallen Angel, Prince of Darkness, Bringer of Light, Ruler of Hell, Lord of the Flies, Father of Lies, Apostate Supreme, Tempter of Mankind, Old Serpent, Prince of This World, Seducer, Accuser, Tormentor, Blasphemer, and without doubt Best Fuck in the Seen and Unseen Universe (ask Eve, that minx) have decided - ooh-la-la! - to tell all."

The fallen angel, presently Prince of Darkness and Ruler of Hell, Lucifer is offered a second chance at redemption. Gabriel descends from the Heavens to offer Luce the deal of living as a mortal human on Earth for a month without committing one of the greater sins and in exchange Lucifer would be granted to return to his station as an angel of the Lord in Heaven for eternity. Well. He’d be an angel but not be returned to his former high status. Lucifer smells bullshit but as he suspects that God is up to something Apocalyptic he can't see how his final decision can make an inkling of a difference.
Seizing at this opportunity for some vacation from his painful existence in Hell, Lucifer wakes up in the body of the suicidally unsuccessful writer Declan Gunn and despite the limitations of the human body decides to run riot through the realm of senses. Time will not be wasted! There's cocaine to be had, sexually transmitted deceases to spread and finally humans will know some real truths about Adam and the Lord above - the nasty truths.
But Lucifer is shocked to find that his human existence isn't at all what he thought it would be and slowly finds there's more to learn from humanity than he first expected.

The language of this book is beautiful. Not only is it clever, fiendishly witty and sometimes outright hilarious but certain sections are so heartbreakingly BEAUTIFUL it's crazy. How do you describe the beauty of the little things experienced for the very first time to someone who hasn't given them a thought since... ever? Duncan does it and he does it well. Mixed in with the tragedy and vulgarity that is modern human life you'll find a genuinely fantastic piece of work. A deeply moving tale about moral and redemption.
My constant thirst for sarcasm and good dialogue is quenched. I don't know what else I can tell you.
Just read it.

No ghouls - no problem

So I just called the computer company and they didn't fight me in the least. I'm returning the hard drive on Wednesday and will recieve a new one in exchange. No problem.

And by the bye, Johannes Cabal is a wonderful character. Yesterday, I started and almost finished the riveting third installment in the series about the sarcastic necromancer. The Fear Institute is much more Lovecraftian than the previous novels and I'm enjoying every sentence (though I wish there were  more female, or rather non-male, characters). I would have finished it if I hadn't been so curious about CarniePunk - a collection of short stories centered around carnivals. Not being able to curb said curiousity, I might have read a few chapters in that one too. Well, I did.
Reading is the most fun excuse you can have to not deal with your problems, or so I find.

Go fish

So the hard disk drive of my expensive brand new computer crashed two days ago and I can't help but feel cheated out of my money (that was much more than a months worth of salary, fuck you very much). The computer company can expect a furious phone call tomorrow and demands for a new component to no additional cost. If they start giving me lip I will  break them. And then show up on their door step in all my fierce splendor.

All jokes aside though, at the moment I'm just grateful that I was wise enough to buy a laptop at about the same time but from another company or I would have lost my mind completely. It's good to have a backup, or so I've heard.
However, now I'm left with the laptop on which I have nothing but Spotify and school work which will of course force me to face reality and those pesky responsibilities.
Which is why I'm writing here, naturally.
I would never procrastinate. Hah. Never. Not my style.
Hmm, I wonder where I put that Johannes Cabal novel I wanted to get to reading...

Tonight I'm Bernard

I had grapes for dinner tonight.

Well, fermented grapes.

Well, wine.

I had wine for dinner.

Other than trying to finish my essay (which consists mostly of me bashing my forehead against the keyboard of my laptop) I'm working on a few book recommendations, the next part The Hutt's Little School of Movie Genres and something new for my DeviantArt page but it's taking some time. But hey, at least I'm trying.

Amirite?

Still having Sherlock feels

After thinking about His Last Vow all day all I can think of to say is still:

These Sherlock feels

I just finished watching last night's episode of Sherlock: His Last Vow and do believe this picture will adequately describe my feelings for now.

I will be repeating the word 'no' all day. This is not ok. Just no. No. No, no, no, noooo. No.

No.