You can't go home again

Or, evidently, successfully recreate a remembered reading experience. What I once thought was well written and mind-expandingly imaginative? Either my tastes have changed radically, or my memory really is complete shite. (Most likely both.) I'm distressed at the number of winces, giggles, and outright grimaces my current reading material is triggering. Let's just say I wouldn't have predicted that.

The quest for compelling, page-turning fic continues. 

In more satisfying news, the Tibetan food festival has finally arrived: 
http://www.sftcanada.org/index.php/component/content/article/95-eat4tibetfesitval 

The only thing I'll be passing up is the butter tea--one of the very few food items I can't seem to develop a taste for, despite numerous attempts.