Bingo

Oh Chickens. How I love you.

Bingo

Oh Chickens. How I love you.

80th Annual Oscar Awards

And With a Final Score of 14, The Oscar Goes To.....GramTuna

12 correct -- AnnieClaus
11 correct -- TeenTuna, GeenTuna
10 correct -- RobDGreat, Sherry, NancyK, Cops
9 correct -- Kool Moe Joel, Leeann Woo, Melanie, Brad, Dodgergirl, Doug, Gary
8 correct -- Odie, Mensch
7 correct -- Moe
6 correct -- RichHell
5 correct -- Mickey


Congrats to all who played. And remember, it doesn't matter if you've seen the movies or not. As a certain winner can attest, you too can win the Oscar pool by only seeing Ratatouille, Sicko and La Vie en Rose.

See you at the movies!

80th Annual Oscar Awards

And With a Final Score of 14, The Oscar Goes To.....GramTuna

12 correct -- AnnieClaus
11 correct -- TeenTuna, GeenTuna
10 correct -- RobDGreat, Sherry, NancyK, Cops
9 correct -- Kool Moe Joel, Leeann Woo, Melanie, Brad, Dodgergirl, Doug, Gary
8 correct -- Odie, Mensch
7 correct -- Moe
6 correct -- RichHell
5 correct -- Mickey


Congrats to all who played. And remember, it doesn't matter if you've seen the movies or not. As a certain winner can attest, you too can win the Oscar pool by only seeing Ratatouille, Sicko and La Vie en Rose.

See you at the movies!

Johnny Depp Didn't Win (Sorry TeenTuna) Oscar Update

Standings after 22

12 correct: GramTuna
10 correct: AnnieClaus, TeenTuna
9 correct: RobDGreat, Sherry, GreenTuna
8 correct: Kool Moe Joel, NancyK, Leann Woo, Melanie, Brad, Cops, Dodgergirl, Doug

Johnny Depp Didn't Win (Sorry TeenTuna) Oscar Update

Standings after 22

12 correct: GramTuna
10 correct: AnnieClaus, TeenTuna
9 correct: RobDGreat, Sherry, GreenTuna
8 correct: Kool Moe Joel, NancyK, Leann Woo, Melanie, Brad, Cops, Dodgergirl, Doug

Time's Running Out Oscar Update

Standings after 21

11 correct: GramTuna
9 correct: TeenTuna, AnnieClause, Sherry
8 correct: GreenTuna, Dodgergirl, Melanie, NancyK, RobDGreat
7 correct: Gary, Doug, Mensch, Cops, Brad, Leeann Woo, Kool Moe Joel

Time's Running Out Oscar Update

Standings after 21

11 correct: GramTuna
9 correct: TeenTuna, AnnieClause, Sherry
8 correct: GreenTuna, Dodgergirl, Melanie, NancyK, RobDGreat
7 correct: Gary, Doug, Mensch, Cops, Brad, Leeann Woo, Kool Moe Joel

Documentary Oscar Pool Killer Update

Standings after 20

10 correct: GramTuna
9 correct: AnnieClaus
8 correct: RobDGreat, Sherry, Melanie, TeenTuna
7 correct: NancyK, Leeann Woo, DodgerGirl, GreenTuna, Doug, Gary
6 correct: Mensch, Cops, Brad, Odie, Kool Moe Joel

Documentary Oscar Pool Killer Update

Standings after 20

10 correct: GramTuna
9 correct: AnnieClaus
8 correct: RobDGreat, Sherry, Melanie, TeenTuna
7 correct: NancyK, Leeann Woo, DodgerGirl, GreenTuna, Doug, Gary
6 correct: Mensch, Cops, Brad, Odie, Kool Moe Joel

Dead Guy Montage Oscar Update

Standings after 17:

Eight correct: GramTuna, Melanie, Sherry
Seven correct: Doug, GreenTuna, Dodgergirl, TeenTuna, Leeann Woo, AnnieClaus, RobDGreat
Six correct: Gary, Mensch, Cops, NancyK


Seven categories to go...

Dead Guy Montage Oscar Update

Standings after 17:

Eight correct: GramTuna, Melanie, Sherry
Seven correct: Doug, GreenTuna, Dodgergirl, TeenTuna, Leeann Woo, AnnieClaus, RobDGreat
Six correct: Gary, Mensch, Cops, NancyK


Seven categories to go...

Oscar Update

Standings after 16:

Eight correct: Sherry
Seven correct: GramTuna, GreenTuna, Dodgergirl, Leeann Woo, Melanie, AnnieClaus, RobDGreat
Six correct: Gary, Doug, Mensch, Cops, TeenTuna, NancyK

Oscar Update

Standings after 16:

Eight correct: Sherry
Seven correct: GramTuna, GreenTuna, Dodgergirl, Leeann Woo, Melanie, AnnieClaus, RobDGreat
Six correct: Gary, Doug, Mensch, Cops, TeenTuna, NancyK

Oscar Update

While the laptop connection is current not cooperating, here are the standings after 14 categories:

Seven Correct: GreenTuna, Leann Woo, RobDGreat
Six Correct: Doug, Mensch, Dodgergirl, Melanie, NancyK, Sherry, Gary
Five Correct: Cops, TeenTuna, Brad, AnnieClaus, GramTuna

stupid laptop.

Oscar Update

While the laptop connection is current not cooperating, here are the standings after 14 categories:

Seven Correct: GreenTuna, Leann Woo, RobDGreat
Six Correct: Doug, Mensch, Dodgergirl, Melanie, NancyK, Sherry, Gary
Five Correct: Cops, TeenTuna, Brad, AnnieClaus, GramTuna

stupid laptop.

Oscar Live Blogging. Part 1

Pre-Oscar observations:

1. Regis. Needs to go.
2. Ryan Seacrest actually said, "I'm standing here with a BUSH between my legs."
3. Regis. Needs to go. Why do we need to see people getting seated?

2 minutes until Oscar. One last check for ballets.
Good luck to all!!

Oscar Live Blogging. Part 1

Pre-Oscar observations:

1. Regis. Needs to go.
2. Ryan Seacrest actually said, "I'm standing here with a BUSH between my legs."
3. Regis. Needs to go. Why do we need to see people getting seated?

2 minutes until Oscar. One last check for ballets.
Good luck to all!!

And the Oscar Goes to...

It's a few hours until Oscar! Oscar! Have you made your picks yet? There's still time. Dash over HERE for your official GreenTuna ballot!

And the Oscar Goes to...

It's a few hours until Oscar! Oscar! Have you made your picks yet? There's still time. Dash over HERE for your official GreenTuna ballot!

That NEVER Happens

Comic courtesy of xkcd

That NEVER Happens

Comic courtesy of xkcd

Oscar, Oscar!

Evidently I'm an entire week off (no jokes about being always off -- I know, I know) and the Oscars are THIS SUNDAY (not next).

So -- time to make your picks and send them through. Which categories are we picking? ALL OF THEM, BABY! Well, all of them except those technical things they award the night before where whomever drew the short straw has to talk about the history of the Xenon bulb. We won't do those. You're welcome.

And seriously, if you haven't seen the movies you're not at any disadvantage whatsoever. In fact, your picks will be less emotional and more "the pretty blue one!"

So, make your picks. Do it more than once under different names if you like. I'll compile the results and live-blog on Oscar Night, 2008.

THIS IS THE LINK. CLICK NOW! GO!!!

Oscar, Oscar!

Evidently I'm an entire week off (no jokes about being always off -- I know, I know) and the Oscars are THIS SUNDAY (not next).

So -- time to make your picks and send them through. Which categories are we picking? ALL OF THEM, BABY! Well, all of them except those technical things they award the night before where whomever drew the short straw has to talk about the history of the Xenon bulb. We won't do those. You're welcome.

And seriously, if you haven't seen the movies you're not at any disadvantage whatsoever. In fact, your picks will be less emotional and more "the pretty blue one!"

So, make your picks. Do it more than once under different names if you like. I'll compile the results and live-blog on Oscar Night, 2008.

THIS IS THE LINK. CLICK NOW! GO!!!

Say WHAT?

I'm unsure as to whether I should chalk this one up to a quirky Valentine's Day sentiment or severe lack of sleep, but this afternoon as I was working with my students on the "Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better" duet from Annie Get Your Gun, every single time we got to:

"I could jump a hurlde"

My mouth always said:

"I could hump a jurdle."


I don't even know if jurdle humping is legal.
Probably not.

Say WHAT?

I'm unsure as to whether I should chalk this one up to a quirky Valentine's Day sentiment or severe lack of sleep, but this afternoon as I was working with my students on the "Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better" duet from Annie Get Your Gun, every single time we got to:

"I could jump a hurlde"

My mouth always said:

"I could hump a jurdle."


I don't even know if jurdle humping is legal.
Probably not.

Sign of the Times

Last night, driving home in blizzard number eighty skillion and three, I stopped to grab a large diet beverage, thinking that if I was going to spend my evening in some god-forsaken ditch, I might as well be refreshed and alert. As I drove down the street trying to figure out which pair of tire tracks was the one true entrance back onto the highway, I noticed the sign at the gas station said:

THINK SPR

All I could guess was that in the midst of posting this lovely optimistic thought the snow hit with such a force that they couldn't find the sign anymore and the job was left undone.

Either that, halfway through "Think Spring" a decision was made that a better sign might read

GROUNDHOG BURGERS
$1.99 / LB

but as he climbed down from his ladder to get the appropriate letters, he was eaten by a pack of polar bears.

Sign of the Times

Last night, driving home in blizzard number eighty skillion and three, I stopped to grab a large diet beverage, thinking that if I was going to spend my evening in some god-forsaken ditch, I might as well be refreshed and alert. As I drove down the street trying to figure out which pair of tire tracks was the one true entrance back onto the highway, I noticed the sign at the gas station said:

THINK SPR

All I could guess was that in the midst of posting this lovely optimistic thought the snow hit with such a force that they couldn't find the sign anymore and the job was left undone.

Either that, halfway through "Think Spring" a decision was made that a better sign might read

GROUNDHOG BURGERS
$1.99 / LB

but as he climbed down from his ladder to get the appropriate letters, he was eaten by a pack of polar bears.

There Just Might Be A Need to Fear

First of all, Underdog was ALWAYS on a rescue mission. He didn't have time for exhibition numbers. If he wasn't Underdoggingly rescuing, he was nerdishly Shoe-Shining.

All I can say is, Simon Bar Sinister must be laughing is ass off right about now.



h/t to Say No To Crack

There Just Might Be A Need to Fear

First of all, Underdog was ALWAYS on a rescue mission. He didn't have time for exhibition numbers. If he wasn't Underdoggingly rescuing, he was nerdishly Shoe-Shining.

All I can say is, Simon Bar Sinister must be laughing is ass off right about now.



h/t to Say No To Crack

Eye of the Beholder

As one who once went on and on about a cool piece of contemporary sculpture at the Hirshhorn Sculpture Garden only to discover it was a bike rack, this quiz caught my eye. Is it priceless minimalist sculpture or cheap furniture?

I'm proud to say I only missed one, but as I think about it, what I think it really means is I sure do know my cheap furniture.

Eye of the Beholder

As one who once went on and on about a cool piece of contemporary sculpture at the Hirshhorn Sculpture Garden only to discover it was a bike rack, this quiz caught my eye. Is it priceless minimalist sculpture or cheap furniture?

I'm proud to say I only missed one, but as I think about it, what I think it really means is I sure do know my cheap furniture.

This is the Way it Goes

Because my cats were playing "KILL" they jumped onto the tall table at warp 12, injuring a table lamp in the process.

Because I decided that maybe a table lamp on the "KILL" path of destruction was not a good idea, I should get a floor lamp to put next to the table instead.

Because I went to Linens and Beyond and Bath and Things and More and found nothing I liked, I came home and decided I'd find something later.

Because I looked in my living room and saw a floor lamp already IN my living room that might work, I moved it.

Because I moved the floor lamp (and it worked), I started looking twice at the tall table.

Because I started looking twice at the tall table, I started looking in my bedroom.

Because the tall table appeared to be the correct height, width and depth I had a brilliant idea.

Because I had a brilliant idea I had to move the bed
so I could move two chests of drawers
so I could move a smaller dresser
so I could move in a cedar chest
so I could move out a shelving unit
so I could move out two CD cabinets
so I could move out a corner desk
(after disassembling it)
(after finding the one random hex key that fit)
so I could move in the tall table
so I could move my entire computer operation to the tall table
so I could fiddle with cords for the next hour
so I could do a dance of joy when the modem and router lit up and connected
so I could fiddle awhile more with the sub woofer and speakers
so I could bag and box up all the extra crap beloved belongings in my bedroom

Because all these things were moved out my bedroom now is scarily pretty
and neat and tidy and uncluttered
assuring me I will have no dates for the foreseeable future
because a tidy room is like Martha Stewart birth control
which seems somehow redundant, but I digress.

Because all these things were moved out of my bedroom,
my living room is in shambles
my garage is has been filled with more unused furniture
my basement is even more cluttered than before.

Because my cats were careless when they were playing KILL

Because I thought I should move the lamp

Because of all this, I spent my Saturday night and Sunday afternoon
moving
lugging
hauling
cleaning
sneezing
panicking
sighing
and hurting

As for the cats?
They slept.

That will teach me.

This is the Way it Goes

Because my cats were playing "KILL" they jumped onto the tall table at warp 12, injuring a table lamp in the process.

Because I decided that maybe a table lamp on the "KILL" path of destruction was not a good idea, I should get a floor lamp to put next to the table instead.

Because I went to Linens and Beyond and Bath and Things and More and found nothing I liked, I came home and decided I'd find something later.

Because I looked in my living room and saw a floor lamp already IN my living room that might work, I moved it.

Because I moved the floor lamp (and it worked), I started looking twice at the tall table.

Because I started looking twice at the tall table, I started looking in my bedroom.

Because the tall table appeared to be the correct height, width and depth I had a brilliant idea.

Because I had a brilliant idea I had to move the bed
so I could move two chests of drawers
so I could move a smaller dresser
so I could move in a cedar chest
so I could move out a shelving unit
so I could move out two CD cabinets
so I could move out a corner desk
(after disassembling it)
(after finding the one random hex key that fit)
so I could move in the tall table
so I could move my entire computer operation to the tall table
so I could fiddle with cords for the next hour
so I could do a dance of joy when the modem and router lit up and connected
so I could fiddle awhile more with the sub woofer and speakers
so I could bag and box up all the extra crap beloved belongings in my bedroom

Because all these things were moved out my bedroom now is scarily pretty
and neat and tidy and uncluttered
assuring me I will have no dates for the foreseeable future
because a tidy room is like Martha Stewart birth control
which seems somehow redundant, but I digress.

Because all these things were moved out of my bedroom,
my living room is in shambles
my garage is has been filled with more unused furniture
my basement is even more cluttered than before.

Because my cats were careless when they were playing KILL

Because I thought I should move the lamp

Because of all this, I spent my Saturday night and Sunday afternoon
moving
lugging
hauling
cleaning
sneezing
panicking
sighing
and hurting

As for the cats?
They slept.

That will teach me.

Unconscious Mutterings

I say ... And You Think:

1. Score :: Get some

2. Luxurious :: Velvet

3. Party :: Animal

4. Limited Edition :: Rare. And Pricey

5. Security :: Force

6. Betty :: Rubble

7. Under Construction :: Everything. Always. It seems

8. Pest :: Nuisance

9. Director :: Person in charge

10. Express :: Speedy

Trying to get back into the swing of things (I'll explain more in the next post). Meanwhile, I must confess I unconsciously thought a couple of different answers first, before I self-edited and decided sometimes the FIRST thing that pops into your head isn't necessarily that answer you'd prefer.

With apologies to Betty Buckley, all I can say is, "Party on, Wayne. Party on, Garth."
I needed to score me some better answers.

And while I'm thinking of it...is velvet really luxurious? I can't quite decide.
Muttermuttermuttermuttermutter.

Unconscious Mutterings

I say ... And You Think:

1. Score :: Get some

2. Luxurious :: Velvet

3. Party :: Animal

4. Limited Edition :: Rare. And Pricey

5. Security :: Force

6. Betty :: Rubble

7. Under Construction :: Everything. Always. It seems

8. Pest :: Nuisance

9. Director :: Person in charge

10. Express :: Speedy

Trying to get back into the swing of things (I'll explain more in the next post). Meanwhile, I must confess I unconsciously thought a couple of different answers first, before I self-edited and decided sometimes the FIRST thing that pops into your head isn't necessarily that answer you'd prefer.

With apologies to Betty Buckley, all I can say is, "Party on, Wayne. Party on, Garth."
I needed to score me some better answers.

And while I'm thinking of it...is velvet really luxurious? I can't quite decide.
Muttermuttermuttermuttermutter.

Cleaning out the Files

Living the Internet is a good-news / bad-news kind of life. The good news is that everything is at your fingertips. For those of us inflicted with lookitupitus (if I don't know, then I should know and I better find out NOW) the Internet is nothing less than holy manna dropped from an Ethernet cord or Cable Modem whenever I want it. Do you know just how FABULOUS that is?

The bad news, of course, is that everything is at your fingertips, and those of us inflicted with lookitupitus tend to gorge on holy manna. Add to that the blessing/curse of Bloglines where it will not only collect unread blog posts of interest, but allow you to SAVE the ones you like, and the result is 525 feeds, over 20,000 unread items, and one Tuna who is OBVIOUSLY OUT OF CONTROL.

Like everything else in my over-active, over-cluttered, over-procrastinated, over-booked life, when I get overwhelmed, I don't work harder to catch up. I sit around like there is nothing to do while things pile up and get worse. Time to stop that nonsense. Time to clean house (electronically speaking).

So, I'm waving farewell to a few RSS feeds. Never fear, it won't be YOURS, because I could never do that to you. But as I hit delete, let me pay homage to a few sites I thought I would read faithfully but just never did. It's not you -- it's me. I'm just not that into you.

Hiro's Blog
From NBC's Heroes, which not only has fallen victim to the writer's strike, but after an utterly amazing first season, really dropped the ball in season two. I still like the show, but nothing is happening on the blog, so, Sayonara.

By the Way
John Scalzi's blog ceased at the end of 2007. I've kept it in my Bloglines because I've saved over 100 posts for one reason or another. You know what? If I delete them quickly, I'll never remember what they were or why I saved them. BYE!

Eunny Knits
Good blog. Excellent knitter. Inspirational. But face it, I have a few other things going on at the moment. Once I can knit AND purl without having to be retaught by my mother or my sister, then I'll think about fisherman cable knit sweaters. Really, it's not you, it's me.

Interviewing God
This was a rather quirky, hysterical blog I discovered during the 2006 edition of Holidailies. Sadly, I don't think it's updated since, and I just don't have the space. Loved ya, but it's a post or perish kind of world.

The Last Angry Young Man
The blog of the guy who decided to eat monkey chow for a week. Yes you heard me. Monkey chow. Seems post-chow he's either less angry or just doesn't have anything to say. Bummer. Bye.

Hulk's Diary That is On The Internet
I'm extremely bummed that even the Hulk has fallen prey to his busy schedule and can't find the time to blog anymore. He writes better than a lot of non-green, non-cartoon writers out there. Well, I suppose it's more important to ... uh... do whatever it is that The Hulk does. Like pet kitties and solve word-searches. We'll miss you.

Barfblog
Yeah, I kind of enjoy reading about foodborne illnesses and idiots who throw raw chicken's feet off of Mardi Gras floats and germs that can live on paper money for 17 DAYS, etc. etc. etc. But since I haven't looked at a post since January 21, something tells me I can live without it. Still in all, I'll never forget this little gem (pdf file).

My Entire "It's Educational" Folder
So long to several word of the day and phrase of the day sites. If I don't know you by now, most likely I won't be using you tomorrow.

Wow. 90 minutes later, I've deleted a whopping 52 blogs (NOT YOURS). This is not the kind of progress I would have hoped for, but it's a start, right? A start? A good start? A pathetically tiny but hey, let's think optimistically and be encouraging, dammit kind of start?

Anyone?
Anyone?

Cleaning out the Files

Living the Internet is a good-news / bad-news kind of life. The good news is that everything is at your fingertips. For those of us inflicted with lookitupitus (if I don't know, then I should know and I better find out NOW) the Internet is nothing less than holy manna dropped from an Ethernet cord or Cable Modem whenever I want it. Do you know just how FABULOUS that is?

The bad news, of course, is that everything is at your fingertips, and those of us inflicted with lookitupitus tend to gorge on holy manna. Add to that the blessing/curse of Bloglines where it will not only collect unread blog posts of interest, but allow you to SAVE the ones you like, and the result is 525 feeds, over 20,000 unread items, and one Tuna who is OBVIOUSLY OUT OF CONTROL.

Like everything else in my over-active, over-cluttered, over-procrastinated, over-booked life, when I get overwhelmed, I don't work harder to catch up. I sit around like there is nothing to do while things pile up and get worse. Time to stop that nonsense. Time to clean house (electronically speaking).

So, I'm waving farewell to a few RSS feeds. Never fear, it won't be YOURS, because I could never do that to you. But as I hit delete, let me pay homage to a few sites I thought I would read faithfully but just never did. It's not you -- it's me. I'm just not that into you.

Hiro's Blog
From NBC's Heroes, which not only has fallen victim to the writer's strike, but after an utterly amazing first season, really dropped the ball in season two. I still like the show, but nothing is happening on the blog, so, Sayonara.

By the Way
John Scalzi's blog ceased at the end of 2007. I've kept it in my Bloglines because I've saved over 100 posts for one reason or another. You know what? If I delete them quickly, I'll never remember what they were or why I saved them. BYE!

Eunny Knits
Good blog. Excellent knitter. Inspirational. But face it, I have a few other things going on at the moment. Once I can knit AND purl without having to be retaught by my mother or my sister, then I'll think about fisherman cable knit sweaters. Really, it's not you, it's me.

Interviewing God
This was a rather quirky, hysterical blog I discovered during the 2006 edition of Holidailies. Sadly, I don't think it's updated since, and I just don't have the space. Loved ya, but it's a post or perish kind of world.

The Last Angry Young Man
The blog of the guy who decided to eat monkey chow for a week. Yes you heard me. Monkey chow. Seems post-chow he's either less angry or just doesn't have anything to say. Bummer. Bye.

Hulk's Diary That is On The Internet
I'm extremely bummed that even the Hulk has fallen prey to his busy schedule and can't find the time to blog anymore. He writes better than a lot of non-green, non-cartoon writers out there. Well, I suppose it's more important to ... uh... do whatever it is that The Hulk does. Like pet kitties and solve word-searches. We'll miss you.

Barfblog
Yeah, I kind of enjoy reading about foodborne illnesses and idiots who throw raw chicken's feet off of Mardi Gras floats and germs that can live on paper money for 17 DAYS, etc. etc. etc. But since I haven't looked at a post since January 21, something tells me I can live without it. Still in all, I'll never forget this little gem (pdf file).

My Entire "It's Educational" Folder
So long to several word of the day and phrase of the day sites. If I don't know you by now, most likely I won't be using you tomorrow.

Wow. 90 minutes later, I've deleted a whopping 52 blogs (NOT YOURS). This is not the kind of progress I would have hoped for, but it's a start, right? A start? A good start? A pathetically tiny but hey, let's think optimistically and be encouraging, dammit kind of start?

Anyone?
Anyone?

I Could Probably Eke Out a Meme

I was tagged by my friend ImagineAnnie for a book meme. The rules as stated are:

1.Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2.Open the book to page 123.
3.Find the fifth sentence.
4.Post the next three sentences.
5.Tag five people.

Like Annie, I think my biggest problem is which book is the NEAREST book? I have one that fell on the floor that is by my feet, and no less than 8 that are in a disheveled heap by my left elbow. Assuming that nobody really cares about any sentences in the cheaters strategy guidebook to "Quake" (which I may or may not even have on my computer anymore. Why is this book here??) I'll ponder my other choices, and what the heck, I'll answer more than once.

From The Madonnas of Leningrad by Debra Dean
(in my to-be-read pile, but so far, finding page 123 tonight is as close as I've gotten)

There is butter, but also American cheese and boiled pearl barley in silky fat and a bottle of vodka. They have invited guests to share the spoils Viktor has brought back from the front. Sergei Pavlovich and his sister Liliia have contributed a handful of dried apricots that Nadezhda boiled down to make a glaze for her shortbread.

My thoughts? Yum.


From Year of Wonders : A Novel of the Plague by Geraldine Brooks
(I started this one on vacation, but kept having to reread the same 10 pages over and over again because i kept falling asleep. It was good, but not when you're decompressing in front of the Atlantic Ocean on a hot sumer day.

I looked at her, all disheveled, spattered with blood, and imagined myself looking worse. We laughed. And, for an hour, in that season of death, we celebrated a life.

My thoughts? I like the life-celebrating part.


From The World Without Us by Alan Weisman
(Had started the first several chapters and really liked them. Then life got busy)

However, what Moore refers to is a type of runoff and sedimentation that the Earth had hitherto never known in 5 billion years of geologic time -- but likely will henceforth. During his first 1,000-mile crossing of the gyre, Moore calculated half a pound for every 100 square meters of debris on the surface, and arrived at 3 million tons of plastic. His estimate, it turned out, was corroborated by U.S. Navy calculations.

My thoughts? Do you understand why I am NEVER THE LIFE OF ANY PARTY?


From the book that fell on the floor, AKA
The Kitchen Boy : A Novel of the Last Tsar by Robert Alexander
(Same song, 59th verse: Started it. Got busy. Lather-rinse-repeat)

The young woman did, finding enclosed a religious title, Complete Yearly Cycle of Brief Homilies for Each Day of the Year. Maria opened the volume, silently cherished the inscription, and then read it aloud. "To Our Dear Darling Daughter from Your Very Own Loving Parents, Mama & Papa +, 27 June 1918."

My thoughts? Aside from the fact that they gave her a BOOK OF SERMONS, it's very sweet.

I suppose I should read the book by my feet first.


I hereby tag:
1. Mensch
2. TVJunkie
3. KatJam
4. MissMeliss
5. Bozoette

and, in homage to Gilligan's Island "And The REST!"
*TAG*

OK, and because I KNOW YOU WANT TO KNOW:

"If you follow our lovingly crafted walkthrough, not only will you get your grubby hands on the blessed Rocket Launcher and Thunderbolt, you'll also vanquish your foes while under the influence of three separate power-ups. And if that isn't cool enough, follow us and gain unmolested access to this episode's Secret Mission: "The Haunted Halls." Satan's Dark Delight at-a-glance (Highlights: In-Yer-Face Shambler Zappin' ; Way Rad Platform Surfin' ; Gratuitous Ogre Smushin' ; Four Generously Stocked Secret Areas).

Admit it. This book sounds like the BEST BOOK OF THE BUNCH. I wonder if I still have this game somewhere, because dayamn, I love me some Gratuitous Ogre Smushin.

I Could Probably Eke Out a Meme

I was tagged by my friend ImagineAnnie for a book meme. The rules as stated are:

1.Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2.Open the book to page 123.
3.Find the fifth sentence.
4.Post the next three sentences.
5.Tag five people.

Like Annie, I think my biggest problem is which book is the NEAREST book? I have one that fell on the floor that is by my feet, and no less than 8 that are in a disheveled heap by my left elbow. Assuming that nobody really cares about any sentences in the cheaters strategy guidebook to "Quake" (which I may or may not even have on my computer anymore. Why is this book here??) I'll ponder my other choices, and what the heck, I'll answer more than once.

From The Madonnas of Leningrad by Debra Dean
(in my to-be-read pile, but so far, finding page 123 tonight is as close as I've gotten)

There is butter, but also American cheese and boiled pearl barley in silky fat and a bottle of vodka. They have invited guests to share the spoils Viktor has brought back from the front. Sergei Pavlovich and his sister Liliia have contributed a handful of dried apricots that Nadezhda boiled down to make a glaze for her shortbread.

My thoughts? Yum.


From Year of Wonders : A Novel of the Plague by Geraldine Brooks
(I started this one on vacation, but kept having to reread the same 10 pages over and over again because i kept falling asleep. It was good, but not when you're decompressing in front of the Atlantic Ocean on a hot sumer day.

I looked at her, all disheveled, spattered with blood, and imagined myself looking worse. We laughed. And, for an hour, in that season of death, we celebrated a life.

My thoughts? I like the life-celebrating part.


From The World Without Us by Alan Weisman
(Had started the first several chapters and really liked them. Then life got busy)

However, what Moore refers to is a type of runoff and sedimentation that the Earth had hitherto never known in 5 billion years of geologic time -- but likely will henceforth. During his first 1,000-mile crossing of the gyre, Moore calculated half a pound for every 100 square meters of debris on the surface, and arrived at 3 million tons of plastic. His estimate, it turned out, was corroborated by U.S. Navy calculations.

My thoughts? Do you understand why I am NEVER THE LIFE OF ANY PARTY?


From the book that fell on the floor, AKA
The Kitchen Boy : A Novel of the Last Tsar by Robert Alexander
(Same song, 59th verse: Started it. Got busy. Lather-rinse-repeat)

The young woman did, finding enclosed a religious title, Complete Yearly Cycle of Brief Homilies for Each Day of the Year. Maria opened the volume, silently cherished the inscription, and then read it aloud. "To Our Dear Darling Daughter from Your Very Own Loving Parents, Mama & Papa +, 27 June 1918."

My thoughts? Aside from the fact that they gave her a BOOK OF SERMONS, it's very sweet.

I suppose I should read the book by my feet first.


I hereby tag:
1. Mensch
2. TVJunkie
3. KatJam
4. MissMeliss
5. Bozoette

and, in homage to Gilligan's Island "And The REST!"
*TAG*

OK, and because I KNOW YOU WANT TO KNOW:

"If you follow our lovingly crafted walkthrough, not only will you get your grubby hands on the blessed Rocket Launcher and Thunderbolt, you'll also vanquish your foes while under the influence of three separate power-ups. And if that isn't cool enough, follow us and gain unmolested access to this episode's Secret Mission: "The Haunted Halls." Satan's Dark Delight at-a-glance (Highlights: In-Yer-Face Shambler Zappin' ; Way Rad Platform Surfin' ; Gratuitous Ogre Smushin' ; Four Generously Stocked Secret Areas).

Admit it. This book sounds like the BEST BOOK OF THE BUNCH. I wonder if I still have this game somewhere, because dayamn, I love me some Gratuitous Ogre Smushin.