Thursday, March 18, 2010

I remember wearin' straight leg Levis

Did that picture of me green freak you out yesterday, Internet? It's really clashin' with my style and this new pretty, non-green background now. Bah.

And why so formal, Internet? From now on, I will call you 'Nettie. (Or just for as long as I remember that I made that decision.)

So it's Thursday. Thursday, Thursday, Thursday...

I gotta say, this week has been hard. Not hard like "I-have-to-walk-around-dodging-landmines-and-terrorists" hard. More like an irritable, "is-it-the-weekend-yet-because-work-has-been-very-busy,-my-email-is-still-jacked-up,-and-I-need-to-catch-up-on-my-sleep-so-I-can-get-rid-of-this-sinus-headache" hard.

And you know what else I hate?

Whiners.

But whatevers. There's been some fun stuff this week...

The current book club book has been keeping me up at night. My pick, The Secret History by Donna Tartt, is - gasp - actually good. I've been completely methed out on it ("Methed out", like, to replace "cracked out"? I made that up just now. Gonna catch on? No? No. Well, ok, yeah... That's not catchy and now my parents are going to worry. The worst of all worlds!)

Anyways, the book tells you in the first couple pages that one of the characters is going to die. But he's in the next big hunk of the book so you get a little attached to him. And then they kill him and you go through a crazy group-after-murder mentality. (Which is a whole head trip in itself.)

Side note: When I was little, I saw an episode of Hitchcock Presents and a woman killed her husband with a frozen lamb of leg. (Later firmly & frozenly cemented in my young mind by a Roald Dahl short story in which someone is killed with an icicle.) The wife then feeds the cops the thawed lamb of leg. I always thought that was the perfect crime. The frozen murder weapon... Like chasing a shadow.

Side note to the side note: Now you see how pure my heart is. Otherwise, I would have kept my perfect murder plan to myself. That makes up for the bad meth comment a little. Right, 'Nettie?

Back to the book, and what's so incredibly interesting to me about it, you always think murderers are these crazy nutcases. What is the horror of getting simply carried away with a herd mentality of a "normal" person that has something horrible in them that they never knew they had?

The Secret History. That's what that is. Fascinating. Little twisted to read before you drift off. But fascinating just the same.

Speaking of books, I was reading in a week old issue (foreshadowing of potentially old news) of Entertainment Weekly that The Help by Kathyryn Stockett is going to be made into a movie. We read this in my book club and I really enjoyed so I'm pretty interested to see how that turns out.

Also, in my book club books-to-a-movie news, there's a rumor that Kristen Stewart from the Twilight movies is being considered for Elizabet in the American take on The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Ummmm, LOVE it. Make it happen, movie studios!!! Please??!?! I'll love you forever!!! (That's hollow though... I love them either way. And I think they know it. At least they sure act like they do with all this remake nonsense.)

No segue... Next topic!

I often listen to a rather random AM station when I'm in my car. It's 790AM in Memphis and they do country music mostly from the 80s to the early 90s. AKA, all the stuff I have FLOWING THROUGH MY VEINS from when I was growing up. This morning, I was jamming out to a little Barbara Mandrell "I was Country, (When Country wasn't Cool)" I debated on listening to the end but, errr, I was running a little late so I headed on in. I get out of my car, what do I hear? The SAME song coming out of a Obama bumper stickered car!!!! I was able to listen to it the whole time I was waiting for the elevator!

Ok, I may be a little over excited about this happy coincidence but A) it amazed me that someone else was listening to this random station in my parking garage the same time I was and B) this person was sitting in their car finishing the song out just like I'd thought of doing and C) they had an Obama sticker on their car. (Which I just found odd because I just figured country fans were republicans. This is in no way a political statement.)

Ran. Dum! And made me oddly happy.

Ok, before I sign off on this extra long post, I must mention that the Columbia Central High School Lions basketball team was in the State Finals. Got the dirt from my parents who were at the game.... They went out on the first round with an admirable fight. And, 'Nettie, you'll understand why this bears a mention... They went against White Station with the future Memphis Tiger, Joe Jackson.

It was like my past shook hands with my future.

Alright... Project Runway is on. And I've droned on too long. So I will sign off with an eye toward the weekend and one eye closed, ready to snooze away the night...

What's that, 'Nettie? You need a lullaby? Well, here. You. Go...



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