Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Maybe I should have just rented the movie

My dear friend Karla tagged me for this book meme:
  • Pick up the nearest book of at least 123 pages.
  • Open the book to page 123.
  • Find the 5th sentence.
  • Post the next 3 sentences.

So here goes: the book closest at hand is the one I just finished, Atonement by Ian McEwan. The movie came out a couple of weeks ago, and I heard such good things about the book I thought I'd get it from the library. It's . . . not a cheery read, and I hesitate to recommend it since the entire plot revolves around the misunderstandings brought about by the utterance of a really vulgar word, but it was extremely well-written and had the twists and turns that I love in a good story. Here's the selected passage:

"It came down to this: go in now and face her anger and disgust, give an explanation which would not be accepted, and most likely be turned away--unbearable humiliation; or go home now without a word, leaving the impression that the letter was what he intended, be tortured all night and for days to come by brooding, knowing nothing of her reaction--even more unbearable. And spineless. He went over it again and it looked the same."

Feel free to copy this meme for yourself; let me know if you do, because I'm interested to know what you're reading! Maybe your choice is cleaner than mine, but we should just be glad my marketing book was on the other side of the room.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

This is just embarrassing

Oh, not embarrassing for me! No, I meant it's embarrassing for the poor souls immortalized here. So sincere in their zeal, so earnest in their poses . . . I hope they at least sold some records.

This group is honest; they're drug addicts, and they're not afraid to admit it. I might have come up with a better name ("The Strung-Out Singers," perhaps). (Or, "The Crack Choir.") But Doris wants you to know SHE isn't a drug addict! No, she just sings with them. She's never touched drugs! Don't lump her in! (How about "Marijuana Madrigals"?)

"Confessions of a Teen-Age Girl," by Evangelist Jay Snell. Do I really need to add to this?

WHY ARE THERE FOUR OF THEM? This one really bothers me. PLEASE EXPLAIN.

Aaaaaand, I've found my new exercise routine. Who WOULDN'T want to aerobicize to the melodic sounds of the Mighty Clouds of Joy?
**I found these gems at Enjoy.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Does this mean I have to buy an SUV?

As I hauled soccer balls and uniforms to my car after Special's first soccer team meeting (Coach Batman couldn't make it), Number One asked, "Does this mean you're a soccer mom?"

Guess so. Does that mean I have to wear high-waisted jeans and drive a Suburban?

Number One deemed herself "Soccer Sister," and made sure she brought extra water for her little sis. She also brought along her soccer-playing Groovy Girl doll for good luck.

Special had her first game Saturday, and we think they won--hard to know when we don't keep score--but Special scored two goals! Pretty good for a kid who'd never played before. Most of Batman's coaching involved yelling things like, "Kick it toward the goal, not toward your parents!" and "Go the other way! The other way!" One little boy is already well-versed in the professional soccer tradition of crying over minor injuries, and another little fellow on the other team tried to start a fight, but other than that it was a great game.

I'm saving this photo for NBC to use during the Summer Olympics of 2022.