I act contrite for absconding from this WordPress. It is not a condition where I am in dearth of things to blog about; actually, I do have a lot of stories to tell you guys, but I ain’t got the luxury of time. I am in constant busyness (talk to Sprint, MarkIT, UAAP PR duty, etc.). And not to mention— va va voom— thesis!
Anyway, I think I am to have a nervous breakdown for the next weeks months, the lack of love life highlighted, for I am to head our yearbook committee. That means I have to take care of a lot of stuff. I have events coming and projects to be held this semester. I also have to cross-dress this Friday night for an org revel. But amid all these college… crap, I am sort of excited too, you know. I mean, fine, let’s do all the things— All The Things— before leaving the university, and altogether, student life. And so I say, just bring it on.
In any case for One Good Book A Week, I just read Feet of Clay by Terry Pratchett. It’s a tale of a conspiratorial event in the country of Ankh-Morpok where the Patrician, Lord Vetinari, gets poisoned by an unknown, golems cheapen by the hour but kill themselves, vampires, trolls, dwarves, chefs preparing rat dish “legally,” wrong spellers and pronouncers and all fantasy sorts. It’s a crazy world.
Samuel Vimes leads the quest to find out the poison culprit and gathers everyone in the Watch House: Angua a pre-lunar-tense werewolf; Carrot a sympathetic general, beau of Angua; Nobby a “hobnobbing” royal blood coward; Cheery an androgynous dwarf who claims he’s/she’s female indeed so she wears lipstick, make-up and, yes, “nail varnish.” It turns out the unfriendly vampire, Dragon Coat of Arms, is the plotter all along. He strings people to crash Vetinari rule so he could stir people to send out Nobby to the position. Drastic social change!
VIMES: Whoops! If this lad [Nobby] gets on the throne we could be in serious trouble! He might turn out to be one of them inconvenient kings from long ago who wanders around talking to the common people—
DRAGON: You are in favor of the common people?
VIMES: The common people? They’re nothing special. They’re no different from the rich and powerful except they’ve got no money or power. But the law should be there to balance things up a bit. So I suppose I’ve got to be on their side.
Before I could use some pseudo-Marxist-Lenist perspective on the golems’ retaliation from being literally voiceless to having the words and now to being able to tell “No Masters…” through speech, I will just put some more heartening quote from Dorfl.
DORFL: Law is Servant of Freedom. Freedom Without Limits Is Just A Word.
Apparently, I kind of like the book. But you see it’s something I can only endure once. No more Pratchett for me, I prefer reality over fantasy. Reality’s bite dibbles more. So that’s it for now, back to reality!