Very brief post tonight...just wanted to get out there a few of my favorite movie/book quotes...and then ask y'all to respond by telling me yours (after all, turnabout is indeed fair play):
- "What about the twinkie?"
-"Oh no, it's already out there..."
-"Bring me a shrubbery!"
-"Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays"
-"And you, you little shit, you're staying here!"
-"Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?"
-"I prefer not to"
-"What you buy is what you own, and sooner or later what you own comes back to you"
-"Can you vague that up a little?"
-"Oh, it's entirely pointy!"
-"Beer bad"
-"Game over, man, game over!"
-"I feel better"
-"Can you describe the ruckus?"
Ok, I'm spent. Happy evening to all, and to all a quote-y night :)
GB
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Random Acts of Thinking
Today's post is a mishmash, if you will, of random thoughts that have been floating around in my head. Even if it weren't random, I just really wanted to use the word mishmash in a sentence :) Yes, I'm being goofy...but I woke up to find it's about negative 2 degrees in my apt (after it was about 102 degrees last night)...so methinks the steam heat has gone awry (yes, brilliant stroke of deductive reasoning, I admit!)...and mehopes it will right itself soon...before my tooth-chattering actually chips a tooth (I like my nice teeth...would like to keep them)! Anywho...
LOST rocks! This season of LOST has been my favorite to date. Every episode answers at least one question or solves at least one mystery, yet leaves us with a bizillion (that's a real, real lot) more questions. The pace is fast, and I can't help but look forward to Thursday nights. I've always watched LOST, but even I must admit that season 2 and parts of season 3 were Boring (yep, with a capital B). I sure am glad I never gave up on this particular show!
DEXTER fooled me. When I heard it was coming to CBS, given that season 1 and season 2 have already aired on Showtime, I made the mistake of assuming this was season 3 premiering (yes, I know what happens to u and me when one assumes). Silly girl, new episodes are for kids. To my disappointment, when I went to watch the tape of this past Sunday's first CBS showing (yes, you read correctly, I said tape...as in VCR...as in unless I tell it to tape something, it ain't going to grow a brain and decide to tape it for me...and it won't then tape anything I might even remotely like based on the show it just taped...what can I say, I'm old school baby) it was the first show of the first season of DEXTER, which it just so happens I finished wathcing in a DVD marathon just last week. Figures!
*I must interrupt this regularly scheduled post to note that, as I type, I hear a hissing sound. Either my dilinquent radiator has reconsidered its position on the whole "no heat for you" stance, or I've got motherf- snakes in my motherf- dining room. I'm hoping it's the former.
Hope. It's what I've been holding on to, foolishly, to get me through the winter-that-will-not-end. In all the years I've lived at my current rental eutopia, I never once thought there would ever be the real possibility I could ice skate to my car. Ha. Such is my narrow mind. See, ever since the last honking huge snowfall a few weeks back (you know, the one where the whole world somehow ran out of ice), my street turned into a major, and quite permanent, sheet of ice. Even this week, innocent shoppers parking along my street to run into Great Harvest for a mere loaf of bread found themselves unable to get out of their parking spots. At least three times a week I've heard the telltale signs of tires whining...failing to gain purchase on what was once road but is now, apparently, Lake Evanston. And the whole "let's put down sand since we ran out of salt idea" didn't go over too well. All we ended up with is sandy ice...just as slippery, but now a lovely shade of beige. I cannot wait until (yes, I said until...I know this denotes hope that Spring will come, but what can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment) it finally warms up enough to melt this freaking ice once and for all. Until then, I skate to my car!
*Now there is hissing and clanging I hear...hooray for heat (at least I hope it's heat and not someone somehow trapped in the boiler room after going to investigate why it's negative 2 degrees in our building...and is now clanging on the pipes in a desperate attempt to be rescued...can you tell I read a lot of Stephen King?)!
NIU. This particular nugget won't be sarcastic. I want to extend my sympathies, condolences and thoughts to the families, friends and loved ones of those who were hurt and killed in the NIU tragedy. NIU is my alma mater...Cole Hall was the first building where I had classes as a freshman. I met one of my best friends there during freshman math...sat in the back of the hall and listened to her tales of going home on weekends because she'd just started dating the man she's now married w/children to. I had my first NIU crush there, too. I can't even fathom that this has happened. I considered posting a long blog dedicated just to this, but I admit I'm at a loss for what else to say. NIU will always be part of my history and my life...it's a great school that I hope can somehow find a way to go on in this sad time.
String cheese. I am a gal who does not cook. Not as in "I don't feel like it, so I rarely do it." As in "I have never cooked. Not once. The stove serves as a large, cumbersome decorative element." So, it would reason that I don't grocery shop as often as most. A few weeks back, I ventured to the store for a few items, and for some reason as I passed the dairy case on the way to the milk I knew, with absolute certainty, that string cheese was exactly what I needed. I used to love it as a kid, but truth be told haven't eaten it since high school. But who am I to balk in the face of absolute certainty. So I bought myself a pack...and guess what?? I can't stop eating it. It's my new favorite snack. It's like I've never had any form of cheese before, and not that I've tasted the blessed substance, I want nothing else. Perhaps I was part mouse in a former life? All I can say is I finished the last of the string cheese last night, and now I'm sad...I totally could have gone for some as a breakfast dish this a.m. Oh well, guess I'll have to strap on my ice skates and venture to the store.
*Houston, we have heat. Lovely :)
That's a wrap! (Signed the-no-longer-blue-due-to-hypothermia Green B...well, at the moment I'm more of a turquoise B, but who's splitting hairs)
LOST rocks! This season of LOST has been my favorite to date. Every episode answers at least one question or solves at least one mystery, yet leaves us with a bizillion (that's a real, real lot) more questions. The pace is fast, and I can't help but look forward to Thursday nights. I've always watched LOST, but even I must admit that season 2 and parts of season 3 were Boring (yep, with a capital B). I sure am glad I never gave up on this particular show!
DEXTER fooled me. When I heard it was coming to CBS, given that season 1 and season 2 have already aired on Showtime, I made the mistake of assuming this was season 3 premiering (yes, I know what happens to u and me when one assumes). Silly girl, new episodes are for kids. To my disappointment, when I went to watch the tape of this past Sunday's first CBS showing (yes, you read correctly, I said tape...as in VCR...as in unless I tell it to tape something, it ain't going to grow a brain and decide to tape it for me...and it won't then tape anything I might even remotely like based on the show it just taped...what can I say, I'm old school baby) it was the first show of the first season of DEXTER, which it just so happens I finished wathcing in a DVD marathon just last week. Figures!
*I must interrupt this regularly scheduled post to note that, as I type, I hear a hissing sound. Either my dilinquent radiator has reconsidered its position on the whole "no heat for you" stance, or I've got motherf- snakes in my motherf- dining room. I'm hoping it's the former.
Hope. It's what I've been holding on to, foolishly, to get me through the winter-that-will-not-end. In all the years I've lived at my current rental eutopia, I never once thought there would ever be the real possibility I could ice skate to my car. Ha. Such is my narrow mind. See, ever since the last honking huge snowfall a few weeks back (you know, the one where the whole world somehow ran out of ice), my street turned into a major, and quite permanent, sheet of ice. Even this week, innocent shoppers parking along my street to run into Great Harvest for a mere loaf of bread found themselves unable to get out of their parking spots. At least three times a week I've heard the telltale signs of tires whining...failing to gain purchase on what was once road but is now, apparently, Lake Evanston. And the whole "let's put down sand since we ran out of salt idea" didn't go over too well. All we ended up with is sandy ice...just as slippery, but now a lovely shade of beige. I cannot wait until (yes, I said until...I know this denotes hope that Spring will come, but what can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment) it finally warms up enough to melt this freaking ice once and for all. Until then, I skate to my car!
*Now there is hissing and clanging I hear...hooray for heat (at least I hope it's heat and not someone somehow trapped in the boiler room after going to investigate why it's negative 2 degrees in our building...and is now clanging on the pipes in a desperate attempt to be rescued...can you tell I read a lot of Stephen King?)!
NIU. This particular nugget won't be sarcastic. I want to extend my sympathies, condolences and thoughts to the families, friends and loved ones of those who were hurt and killed in the NIU tragedy. NIU is my alma mater...Cole Hall was the first building where I had classes as a freshman. I met one of my best friends there during freshman math...sat in the back of the hall and listened to her tales of going home on weekends because she'd just started dating the man she's now married w/children to. I had my first NIU crush there, too. I can't even fathom that this has happened. I considered posting a long blog dedicated just to this, but I admit I'm at a loss for what else to say. NIU will always be part of my history and my life...it's a great school that I hope can somehow find a way to go on in this sad time.
String cheese. I am a gal who does not cook. Not as in "I don't feel like it, so I rarely do it." As in "I have never cooked. Not once. The stove serves as a large, cumbersome decorative element." So, it would reason that I don't grocery shop as often as most. A few weeks back, I ventured to the store for a few items, and for some reason as I passed the dairy case on the way to the milk I knew, with absolute certainty, that string cheese was exactly what I needed. I used to love it as a kid, but truth be told haven't eaten it since high school. But who am I to balk in the face of absolute certainty. So I bought myself a pack...and guess what?? I can't stop eating it. It's my new favorite snack. It's like I've never had any form of cheese before, and not that I've tasted the blessed substance, I want nothing else. Perhaps I was part mouse in a former life? All I can say is I finished the last of the string cheese last night, and now I'm sad...I totally could have gone for some as a breakfast dish this a.m. Oh well, guess I'll have to strap on my ice skates and venture to the store.
*Houston, we have heat. Lovely :)
That's a wrap! (Signed the-no-longer-blue-due-to-hypothermia Green B...well, at the moment I'm more of a turquoise B, but who's splitting hairs)
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Book Weather
Ok, I must start by saying that I cannot believe it's only February 10. It feels like this particular winter decided to come in "dog weeks" or something, and what may be only 10 weeks in traditional hang-on-your-wall calendar time has actually been half of year or so of "OMG will this freaking season ever end?!?!".
I've decided this is perfect book weather. To which I'm sure the rest of the world (or at least just those who read this) will go...DUH. I guess I'm a late adopter of this conclusion because for some reason I equate reading with summer...walking to the park or going to the lakefront and sitting in the sun while reading a good book. And winter I equate with movie weather. Staying inside and binging on Dexter Sex and the City DVD marathons, or venturing out to the nearest 100-theater monstrosity to catch a good (or even mediocre, I'm not picky) flick. So I think my recent book-in-cold weather conversion stems from the fact that there are a lot of interesting books I'm either reading or want to read...and that hasn't been the case for a while. Here are some (ok, five) of the books I'm in to at the moment:
1. You Suck (A Love Story), by Christopher Moore: This is the sequel to his working girl in San Francisco turned vampire and hilarity ensues novel (Bite Me). Both are awesome. Being the fan of sarcasm that I am, his writing cracks me up...it's kitschy, snarky and amusing. I only started reading Christopher Moore books last year, but if you like quirky, not your run-of-the-mill books, he's just the ticket (The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal is another gem). You can check out his writing at www.chrismoore.com.
2. Duma Key, by Stephen King: I just started this one, so I'm not so much endorsing this particular novel (though it's already intriguing only 40 pages in) as I am endorsing Stephen King. He is my favorite author of all time -- his writing technique is excellent, his character development rocks, and for a gal who loves horror and all things odd, he's hands down the best.
3. First Among Sequels (A Thursday Next Novel), by Jasper Fforde: This is the fifth book in Fforde's Thursday Next literary detective series. This inventive series spotlights a literaray detective who, literally, polices books. She (and her band of wacky, and brialliantly named, characters) can travel into, out of and through books (genres be damned) in a world where everything written is not as it seems. All five books in this series are kooky, intriguing and hella clever. Fforde also has a "nursery crimes" series that starts with The Big Over Easy (the mystery of who killed Humpty Dumpty) -- again, awesome!
4. The Heroines, by Eileen Favorite: I just bought this one, but it's reminiscent of Jasper Fforde and so I'm putting it out there as a "this one has potential to be good" pick. In this tome, a mother and her young teenage daughter run a "retreat where literaray herioines seek temporary refuge from their tragic destinies." Madame Bovary sharing a bathroom with Scarlett O'Hara? What could be bad :)
5. Me and Emma, by Elizabeth Flock: Ok, this one I read a few years back...but after lending it to a co-worker last week and having her tell me she liked it, I remembered that I really liked it to. It's pretty much a straight-forward fiction novel of a little girl trying to survive a tough life, but the last 20 pages make it great. It's one of those you'll have to go back and flip through once you've finished and go "how'd I miss THAT?".
I freely admit I have unconventional (understatement of the year) taste when it comes to books that tickle my fancy. So if you end up reading one of these books, and don't like it, well...all I can say is...what the heck is wrong with you anyway?
Tangent time -- on a totally unrelated note, there's this road sign close to where I live that truly cracks me up every time I drive by it. I don't pass it often, but very shortly I'll be meeting a friend for coffee and will be taking the funny-sign route...hence it just popped into my ice-damned mind. Ok, so we've all seen those "crossing" signs on the road...most with icons demonstrating how cute little creatures prefer to line up and cross the street in this particular location...in case the words on the sign are unclear (deer crossing, wildlife crossing, and my personal favorite, duck crossing). Well, in this case there's a road that is bordered on one side by a cemetary and on the other by a retirement home. So last year I'm driving along and for the first time notice there's a yellow warning sign with "Senior Citizen Crossing" on it. I stared at it for a beat, then promptly burst out laughing so hard my eyes teared up and my vision blurred...further making me laugh as I then worried about not seeing well in this particular crossing zone. I'm not sure if it's the picture of 10 senior citizens clumped up along the roadside...starting to cross, then shuffling back as an oncoming car approaches...or the fact that, unlike deer, the threat of a senior citizen leaping into the road so quickly you'd have to slam on your brakes is slim to nil...but that signs makes me giggle every time. And as I leave now to meet my friend for coffee...I promise to keep my eyes peeled as I once again venture into the senior citizen crossing zone!
Green B Out
I've decided this is perfect book weather. To which I'm sure the rest of the world (or at least just those who read this) will go...DUH. I guess I'm a late adopter of this conclusion because for some reason I equate reading with summer...walking to the park or going to the lakefront and sitting in the sun while reading a good book. And winter I equate with movie weather. Staying inside and binging on Dexter Sex and the City DVD marathons, or venturing out to the nearest 100-theater monstrosity to catch a good (or even mediocre, I'm not picky) flick. So I think my recent book-in-cold weather conversion stems from the fact that there are a lot of interesting books I'm either reading or want to read...and that hasn't been the case for a while. Here are some (ok, five) of the books I'm in to at the moment:
1. You Suck (A Love Story), by Christopher Moore: This is the sequel to his working girl in San Francisco turned vampire and hilarity ensues novel (Bite Me). Both are awesome. Being the fan of sarcasm that I am, his writing cracks me up...it's kitschy, snarky and amusing. I only started reading Christopher Moore books last year, but if you like quirky, not your run-of-the-mill books, he's just the ticket (The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal is another gem). You can check out his writing at www.chrismoore.com.
2. Duma Key, by Stephen King: I just started this one, so I'm not so much endorsing this particular novel (though it's already intriguing only 40 pages in) as I am endorsing Stephen King. He is my favorite author of all time -- his writing technique is excellent, his character development rocks, and for a gal who loves horror and all things odd, he's hands down the best.
3. First Among Sequels (A Thursday Next Novel), by Jasper Fforde: This is the fifth book in Fforde's Thursday Next literary detective series. This inventive series spotlights a literaray detective who, literally, polices books. She (and her band of wacky, and brialliantly named, characters) can travel into, out of and through books (genres be damned) in a world where everything written is not as it seems. All five books in this series are kooky, intriguing and hella clever. Fforde also has a "nursery crimes" series that starts with The Big Over Easy (the mystery of who killed Humpty Dumpty) -- again, awesome!
4. The Heroines, by Eileen Favorite: I just bought this one, but it's reminiscent of Jasper Fforde and so I'm putting it out there as a "this one has potential to be good" pick. In this tome, a mother and her young teenage daughter run a "retreat where literaray herioines seek temporary refuge from their tragic destinies." Madame Bovary sharing a bathroom with Scarlett O'Hara? What could be bad :)
5. Me and Emma, by Elizabeth Flock: Ok, this one I read a few years back...but after lending it to a co-worker last week and having her tell me she liked it, I remembered that I really liked it to. It's pretty much a straight-forward fiction novel of a little girl trying to survive a tough life, but the last 20 pages make it great. It's one of those you'll have to go back and flip through once you've finished and go "how'd I miss THAT?".
I freely admit I have unconventional (understatement of the year) taste when it comes to books that tickle my fancy. So if you end up reading one of these books, and don't like it, well...all I can say is...what the heck is wrong with you anyway?
Tangent time -- on a totally unrelated note, there's this road sign close to where I live that truly cracks me up every time I drive by it. I don't pass it often, but very shortly I'll be meeting a friend for coffee and will be taking the funny-sign route...hence it just popped into my ice-damned mind. Ok, so we've all seen those "crossing" signs on the road...most with icons demonstrating how cute little creatures prefer to line up and cross the street in this particular location...in case the words on the sign are unclear (deer crossing, wildlife crossing, and my personal favorite, duck crossing). Well, in this case there's a road that is bordered on one side by a cemetary and on the other by a retirement home. So last year I'm driving along and for the first time notice there's a yellow warning sign with "Senior Citizen Crossing" on it. I stared at it for a beat, then promptly burst out laughing so hard my eyes teared up and my vision blurred...further making me laugh as I then worried about not seeing well in this particular crossing zone. I'm not sure if it's the picture of 10 senior citizens clumped up along the roadside...starting to cross, then shuffling back as an oncoming car approaches...or the fact that, unlike deer, the threat of a senior citizen leaping into the road so quickly you'd have to slam on your brakes is slim to nil...but that signs makes me giggle every time. And as I leave now to meet my friend for coffee...I promise to keep my eyes peeled as I once again venture into the senior citizen crossing zone!
Green B Out
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