May 17, 2008

*cough cough bitch bitch*

I'm tired and sometimes when I cough my head feels like it's slowly filling with air and will gently explode. Which makes me moan, the only cure I can think of to deal with it. Unless I can suck the little mucus and inflammation out somehow. I'm enjoying hot tea to try to melt whatever is forming and sitting upright to prevent inflation :)

My latest copy of Entertainment Weekly is 63 pages full of Sex and the City. I show I could never watch. I didn't see the point. I didn't identify with them and the few episodes I have seen included Parker wearing shorts the same size as underwear. I am apparently a prude. I couldn't take it. Whether it makes sense or not.

The other day I was discussing the latest book I read and the author with my brother. Who then tells me I need to stop reading junk. I was just shocked that was the first piece of junk I have read or can remember reading. Unless he thinks Harry Potter is junk. I don't think so but with him it could cross a line BUT he read the entire series and had to get to the library to get what I didn't have. I wasn't reading it for it's literary merit! Entertainment. I have always avoided junk. I was offended! He doesn't even know what I read!!! I can lose a debate on not reading philosophy or history, which is like a secret buried deep within. I don't know why I haven't. My brain is craving this. I like to understand a broad spectrum of topics and my lack of history (they never teach you the good parts) and modern theories on post modernism or whatever it was. I once read a book by a doctor of psychiatry (or something fancier) based on the mind-brain or something and it was my most beloved book. I even had to argue with a girl who was too stupid to understand the book was nonfiction and not literature like her beloved Girl, Interrupted or whatever. Which I am sure had tons of fact in it and explorations simple enough for the masses and was based on a real person, therefore making it real. But to argue! With me about nonfiction and what it is. Hey I'm not the smartest person in the room, at times, but I'm definitely not the dumbest. Whatever...

People...

My next book is an historical narrative retelling of the Norman Invasion of England. I think it is 1066 The Year of the Conquest. I am ready for it!

May 16, 2008

nonstop brain.

I had a shit night after I watched an episode of the mini-series of Cranford that has 5 episodes(2 hours each)! I was tired, listless, annoyed, mildly aroused, depressed and superficially pensive all at once. I wasn't thinking of anything in particular, I wasn't focusing on anything. It's as if fractions of all these thoughts and feelings hit me at once and I didn't have to fret with the details just the leftovers. I was up until after 5 am. Let's not forget the sinus congestion and headache I started to get when I finally tried to pretend to fall asleep.

May 9, 2008

Sir Digby Chicken Caesar



I have to profess my LOVE for this character. He appears in That Mitchell and Webb Look on BBCA. You can find a few clips on Youtube. I highly recommend it. I wish there was a TV show just for this character.

I love the camera and escape music.

A book review before I've finished it.


I'm reading Christopher Moore's The Stupidest Angel. It's supposed to be this hilarious read. While its humor isn't appealing to me there are a few things that gave me a chuckle. I keep seeing blog post saying it's hilarious. Ugh. I am eagerly awaiting the zombie that appears. There is of course the stupid angel and the former movie star who was a horrible equivalent to Xena that is on, currently off, anti-psychotics. Her "narrator" in her head is funny enough.

Sometimes I don't enjoy books until I have finished them or had a thought about them. This is the only thought. So far this is the funny stuff. Oh wait. The guy that gets killed by his ex-wife is immediately hit on by a former alcoholic pilot who owns a fruit bat and helps her bury the man. Takes her to dinner, has sex with her and I imagine they continue some sort of relationship. I haven't gotten that far. It was amusing.

Another thing I am tired of shit that is supposedly funny not being funny. What some weird shit happens and I'm supposed to laugh? I know it's subjective and I know I can laugh at anything, I do all the time. Hey, I still laugh at farts. I'm not high and mighty with my humor. I guess I am saying we need to find better people who label things as comedic, humorous and especially comedy in our entertainment. End rant.