Internet, Fifty Shades

Dying internet makes it difficult to blog. I never realised how much of an inconvenience it was, when images refuse to load. The phone has been ringing outside for at least 30 seconds, I can hear it but I pretend not to, because I'm too lazy to walk out and pick it up. It's probably nothing important. And even if it was, it can wait til tomorrow.

I have a whole night to do maths, but I still haven't started. I want to make a complaint to our ISP right about now. It's like I'm on dial-up again, except now if I try to play Adventure Quest I'll disconnect. Actually if I were on dial-up I would have disconnected when the phone rang.

I also hate the fact how wifi only reaches the front part of our house. Where I am, I have zero wifi access. So annoying. My phone has 3G- it's virtually non-existent anyway- I can never connect to anything anywhere.

I was browsing an online bookstore, looking for things to read--- and I found all these rip-offs of Fifty Shades of Grey. There are like a spawn of books where there's a successful, handsome entrepreneur with sexual fetishes, and they're all direly attracted to the female lead. I sorta want to facepalm. These people obviously didn't learn how to plagiarise properly when they were in high school. Here, have a look at the titles:
Haven of Obedience
Destined to Play
The Ninety Days of Genevieve
Eighty Days Yellow (I lol'd at this one the hardest. Yup, substituting Grey of Yellow)
Intimate Adventures
Dark Secret
Forbidden Desires
The Discipline
...
and then they become less subtle. I assume the authors were all like, "fuck it" by this point:
Taking Her Boss
Under His Hand
Seven Day Loan
For Your Pleasure
Going Down
Night Moves
Cuffing Kate
Taste of Pleasure
The Sexual Life of Catherine
...
Okay I'm tired of typing out titles. But why the fuck is my online bookstore only showing these kind of books? Are these all bestsellers now? Geez.

Oh right, I was in the "Shades of Romance" section. So what, Fifty Shades started its own genre now? Wow. Twilight started the teen soppy sweet romance, and Fifty Shades started the BDSM style romance. Great. The world takes yet another plummet into shallow litera--- no, it's not literature, is it? What do you call it? Well, I'm slightly amused. Having read a fuckload of classic literature, I must admit I have a bit of an elitist attitude towards those who read what I consider as junk obsessively.

I mean, reading the first set is fine, because everyone's doing it, and we're all victims to invisible social pressures. But then finding this stuff too interesting to give up and then continuing with the genre... Even I wouldn't go that far. Well, my over-blown ego wouldn't let me go that far. I might, otherwise.

Having said that... I might try to finish reading the entire Fifty Shades trilogy.