BSG Blackhole

So sorry to be so remiss in my blogging, but really I have more important things to do. Like watching Battlestar Galactica!

DON'T TELL ME ANYTHING!
I'M ONLY ON SEASON ONE!

And the odds are pretty favorable that if Sarah Vowell can ruin the ending to The Great Gatsby and a stupid book about cats can ruin the end to Alien, then some sort of internet surfing or blog comment will ruin the end to Battlestar.
But fear not faithful followers, I'm nearly finished with season 1 and it looks to be a long, dry spell before the library gets me season 2.

What's Happening To Me?

I shouldn't be blue, but I am blue. Why am I blue! Tell me why!!!! I hate being blue. blah.

Your Latest Killers Fix

I have to say, if I were the other Killers I would be totally pissed. You all know how much I LOOOOVE Brandon Flowers, but come on! He's not the only one making the music (as this video, and frankly all the others, would have you assume). Anyhoo...here's the link to what I think may be the best track off the Day and Age album. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f76oTcUD__E. Enjoy!

I've Got Migaloo Fever, Baby!

Why on Earth you would name an all white whale Migaloo and not Moby is beyond me. But, nevertheless, this albino, Humpback whale has stolen my heart. He's so cute! Makes me want to watch Star Trek IV all over again. Here's some info on Migaloo http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humpback_Whale, once at the page, scroll down to famous humpbacks, Migaloo is numero uno!

Sigh...

I wish you all could see how adorable Opal is. It's truly freakish.

Where's the Beef?

I like the romance novels...most of you know that. I have no shame about it. Sometimes I just need a palate cleanser. Take this weekend, I read a book about the siege of Leningrad, a graphic novel about the Holocaust, and then watched a French WW I movie. Sometimes I just need a little fluff. And so, happily, I found the recent release of one of my favorite smut authors. She often writes about professional hockey players-yippee! But imagine my disappointment upon reading the book and finding...gasp... a plot! I don't want some story about two people who know each other and kinda like each other. And I certainly don't want to read about their families and their jobs. I want two people who loathe one another on sight but can't seem to fight the draw they have to each other. I want sparks and passion and secrets and fun. Not first dates and trips to the symphony. I don't want to read about an everyday relationship. I want to read about a ridiculous relationship that could never ever happen. This is escapism people! C'mon!

I Love David Sedaris

In a street fight between Stephen King and David Sedaris, you can bet I'll be backing that Franco-phile, snark-loving, little essayist. Spread the word folks, doom is upon us. And to Mr. Sedaris, booksellers around the world thank you, but next time, try autographing the front of the Kindle, right across the screen.

Road Trip

On the way out to Olympic National Park last week, Carrie, Trish and I had fun with a few Madlibs (Which, by the way, are way better when played as an adult.) Here's a little taste...

Kid: I'm starved, Mom. My sphincter is growling.

Mom: I think you've had enough snail food today. You ate enough to choke a scrapbook.

Kid: But I'm a growing police. Dad, can we stop and get a hamburger with bald eagles and sand dollars?

Dad: You just had a scorched breakfast!

Kid: No, I didn't. All I had was a couple of scrambled computers and a glass of tar.

Mom: How about those five pieces of buttered cellar, plus that stack of monuments?

Kid: Eegads! I have to go to the garlic bread room. Can we stop? I have to go real sticky!

Dad: Okay. It'll give me a chance to stretch my guardrails.

Mom: Stop at that diner, I could use a cup of strong turpentine.

Kid: As long as we're stopping, can I have a grilled lactose and some dreary fries? That will hold me till lunch.

Wow, Madlibs really are the lamest game ever invented.

Are You Serious!?!

I know it's late, but I'm having a heart attack. I just went on GoodReads to rate my latest, (4 out of 5 if you're interested). Anyhow, I happened upon a person's page that had a bookshelf called "Kindle". And then I clicked on it. And found countless more people with Kindle bookshelves. First off, don't they realize how absolutely ridiculous it is to label a bookshelf-BOOKshelf as Kindle? It should be a "Small Data File Shelf". Second of all...oh my God! How can you be a book lover, a bookstore lover, a written word lover, and use that dreadful, awful, soul-sucking, portable reading device (God I hate Stephen King). Ug! I'm disgusted! At this moment I have decided that I am a born again Luddite. Goodbye Blog, and facebook and GoodReads. From now on it's letters instead of email, checks instead of debit, BOOKS instead of Kindle, and fresh-baked bread instead of Pop Tarts.

Grumble

I have to say, I hate that Yahoo! posts a "Good Morning" greeting on my email page exactly at 12AM. I know it's technically morning, but come on! I just got home from work for Pete's sake. And if I were to go to bed right now, and get 8 hours of sleep, I would wake up at 8AM and still have a good 4 hours of morning left. It's not morning, Yahoo!, it's night. Get it together!