Price: E-book vs. Hardcover

      Will the day come when it is the norm to pay more for an                e-book than for its physical copy?

I sure as hell hope not. A a physical copy—from here on referred to as a book—an be touched, felt, smelled, owned and resold. An e-book is an abstract form of a book. You can’t touch it, feel it, smell it and much less sell it after you’re done with it.

Why buy an e-book and not a book?

1. Books take space. If you’re like me, you love to read like crazy and like to keep the copy. If you keep buying books and keeping them there will come a time where every inch of your walls are covered in bookcases. Pretty soon you’ll be eating on a table made of a pile of books. Whereas you can have hundreds of e-books stored in one small space. For example:

a. Your laptop.

b. iPad

c. Kindle: the smallest one can store about 3,500 e-books.

There are many e-readers and you should pick one that best meets your needs. I have an iPad but most of the e-books I buy are from the Kindle App which I have on my iPad, my laptop, my other laptop and my Android phone. Everywhere I go I have my books with me.

2. Books are heavy. Even if the book is a Mass Market Paperback edition it will still weigh a lot more than its e-book twin.

3. E-books are cheaper than books. Usually. Hardcovers are about $20. An e-book averages between $9.99 and $12.99 when it launches. However, I do note that that isn’t always the case. I for one, I’m not willing to pay more for an e-book than its hardcover twin. I’m willing to pay the same for its MMP edition though. And I never pay more than $9.99 for an e-book regardless of the price of its book twin.

How much are you willing to pay for an e-book?

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This is the outcome of taking a break while staying up all night to write an essay.

Words: Skittles, energy, yuk by Ana

There was once a land were there lived midgets that came in different colors. There was Lavander, the purple colored maiden; Poison, the green colored jerk; Charming, the blue colored prince; and Johnny, who was often called Lady Gaga.

As you walked through the beef jerky trees you’d see the rainbow of midgets.
Lavander awoke with a start when she heard a chanting coming from the woods.

“Tiru, Tiru, Tiru!”

She took out her blackberry and texted Charming so he’d protect her as they ventured into the forest. She sat on a lemon drop rock and waited. And waited. Since Charming never came she decided to be brave and hopped on a cotton candy unicorn. As she went over the Monster flavored river and entered the woods she saw Charming and Johnny getting jiggy with it.

Gasp! “Yuk.”

She confronted them as Poison came out from behind a beef jerky tree wearing only whipped cream. She then ran, screaming hysterically until she ran into Bigfaggot, also known as Camiela Santiago.

Bigfaggot sucked the color of Midget Land and ran like a whore full of energy.

It was Lavander’s mission to restore the color but she couldn’t do it alone. Poison, Charming and Lady Gaga had to help. They found a riddle left by Bigfaggot that insisted that Johnny had to cut off her dick in order for the color to be restored. So Poison bit it off, put it in a box, wrapped it and sent it to BIgfaggot through UPS.

It then rained Skittles and they ate them which brought back the color to the land except for Charming who tried to catch them with his mouth and choked to a slow, painful death.

¡Qué putazo!

Black Friday 1$ Panties Chaos

Complete chaos.

Here is a video of what went on at a Wal-Mart in Isabela, Puerto Rico when the panties were put at 1$ each.




Have you ever gone to a Black Friday sale? How was it?

I went this year but late at night, after the craziness was over. I got some clothes, DVDs and glasses.

It's October! Let's procrastinate!

It's October again.

I know this not because I looked at my calendar. Walking into Walgreens to satisfy my addiction to chocolate all I see is Halloween decorations and treats. It's October! It's Halloween! Most importantly, it's my birthday!!! In a couple of weeks I'll start my last year as a teenager, I'm turning 19.

After getting a grip and my chocolate and my cotton candy tub I check Facebook on my phone. Almost every status says something along the lines of: "Studying!", "Help me, God, with my three exams next week!" and so on and so forth. This only serves as a reminder: it's October and I have three exams this upcoming week.

I settle down in front of my computer and start studying for Calculus for Engineers. Not ten minutes into it I forget I haven't done my French homework. Seeing as French is easier and more interesting than Calculus I log into my Tell Me More account. I spend more than the fifteen minutes I needed to in there and come back to Calculus.

Hm...I haven't been on Twitter in the longest time. I check the timeline and lot of the tweets are NaNoWriMo related. It's October. I'm taking a 6 course load (19) credits this semester and yet I sign up for NaNoWriMo. What am I thinking?

Three Word Story: Violet, Foot and Butterfly

Leira C. Sanchez Quinones
August 26, 2010


Violet walked around her father's garden in an attempt to get away from her stepmother and half-siblings who were completely annoying. Only seven more weeks since could go back home.
She went around the house until she found herself standing on the driveway, staring at a bike. Clunking noises came from its other side. She walked closer to get a look when here foot caught on something sending her flying forward.

"Fuck!"

Now sitting on the cement driveway she saw she had tripped over a black toolbox. She held her foot trying to ease her pain and see how deep was the cut when she heard a young, male voice over her.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the guy said.

She looked up to see a tall, dark hottie standing over her.
He knelt down to look at her cut. "Is it bad?"
His eyes were green and he had a mole on the right side of his neck.
"Hello?" the guy said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Violet said while trying not to blush. "What did you say?"
He smiled. "Your cut? Is it bad?"
Violet shook her head no.
"Either way, I'm going to run inside a second and get you a band-aid and something to clean it up with." He nodded his head towards her father's house.
"In-inside?"
"Yeah, I live here." He stood up and left. He wore skinny jeans which fitted him nice even though he didn't have a butt to fill it with.
As soon as he walked through the door Violet's mind started racing. He lived here?! How could he? She was sure the house he had just gone into was here father's. The same house where she'd been staying for the past week. Surely, she would've noticed a sixth person at the dinning table. Before she had a chance to look around and make sure there weren't two identical houses like her father's around, in case she had confused the homes, the guy was back.
He took her foot in his lap and, with a gauze, cleaned her cut.
"I'm Violet, by the way," she said, trying to ignore how weird she felt with her foot on s stranger's lap. On a hot stranger's hand.
"I'm Rodrigo," he said, rolling his r's and everything, "and I think your tattoo is rubbing off."
I waved him off. "It's okay."
"Why a butterfly?"

IPad love and my inner artist

    Yesterday I got in the mail a long-awaited package. Upon recieving it the mailman told me that the package almost didn't make it because the sender (my aunt, who lived here for 20 years and visits regularly) forgot to write the neighborhood's name on the address. She only wrote the street and house numbers. Thank God for small towns and good people!
     Ever since I opened the box I've been in curled up in my room, nosing through every one of my iPad's corners. Currently, I'm writing this blogpost on a very useful app I downloaded for free, PaperDesk. It lets you keep notebooks by subject. You can use them for whatever you wany, very useful for college students like myself. As with any notebook, you can doodle and by free-hand too. If you have a stylus then that is made easier since we are used to wrtiting with a pen or pencil and not with our finger. It has paper selection, ruled, yellow-ruled, white....it let's you record voice notes as well.
     I also started playing with Adobe's free sketching app, Ideas. I discovered my inner artist. Here's an example:




I'll cut this short and get back to you soon (I hope) because tomorrow is my first rehearsal with my university's drama crew, TeatRUM. I auditioned a couple of weeks ago and made it! ¡Hasta la próxima!    

Five-Fingered Wave Cover

My fellow inkpopper, cipherqueen, kindly made this cover for my novel. Visit her blog at
http://cipherqueen.blogspot.com