Queen of Rambles

I’m so happy to be reading a fun and imaginative book again. I think Smilla’s Sense of Snow sucked every single little bit of fun out of books. It was like a black hole of enjoyment. I don’t even know why I kept reading. I must admit, it was intriguing, but it was also dark and slow and weird in a bad way. Maybe I’m not cut out for normal fiction. Normally I just read fantasy and thrillers with the occasional classic thrown in. Smilla’s was supposed to be a murder mystery but it was sorely lacking in one aspect–there was simply no way anyone could even begin to solve the big mystery. There simply were no clues. Or maybe I’m just stupid. And then the ending was completely unsatisfactory. The last line was something like “there can be no resolutions”. What? Yes there can! And I demand a happy resolution! Or at least a bitter-sweet resolution. You’ve gotta give me something.

So now I’m reading Jasper Fforde’s The Well of Lost Plots and enjoying it immensely. It’s the third in a very bizarre sci-fi/fantasy/mystery/bizarro series and I just love the main character, Thursday Next. This book is set in the BookWorld, meaning the main character is running around interacting with characters from different books. Great fun, if a bit confusing at times. I always thought there had to be more to books than just the book. Maybe I’m just a daydreamer, but I always wonder what happens to the characters when the book ends. Do they really live happily ever after? I’d highly recommend this series to just about anyone who likes fiction.

What else?

Not much. Took another walk today but it was really cold and not all that enjoyable. I’m glad I had my ear muff thing in my jacket pocket because it was cold enough to need it. How could that happen? Yesterday was a nice summer day and today was a herald of winter. Bah. I think I’m getting another ear infection and possibly a cold. Double bah.

You know what’s weird? I have these bumps on my head (regular readers probably know all about them) and when I get sick they get bigger. I guess they must fill up with all the extra white blood cells or something. I can tell I’m sick because the one that is almost protruding out of my forehead is growing. Ugh. I can’t wait to get insured in the US and get this sucker removed. Apparently they don’t remove them here in Sweden since it’s considered cosmetic surgery. One of Annica’s friends had one actually growing out of his forehead and the social health plan wouldn’t cover it’s removal. That’s pretty rude, don’t you think? At least mine are covered by my hair. I can never shave all my hair off in a bold statement of fashion protest because I’d be covered in lumps. Not that I was planning on shaving my hair off, mind you.

I have been thinking about getting a tattoo. I’ve never really wanted one before, but the other day I saw a lady with two really big symmetrical tattoos on the small of her back and they looked sexy. I don’t know why. It’s probably a good thing I’m afraid of pain or I’d be finding myself a tattoo parlor and having something dumb permanently etched on my skin. When I was in high school my mom and I kept daring each other to go and get a Blazers symbol tattooed on an ankle. I’m very glad we never went through with that. I never watch basketball any more and they never seem to be able to go all the way. I don’t want a loser team on my body.

I think my writing must be getting more and more boring. Every day I have fewer and fewer hits to this site. It’s kind of sad, but oh well. I have a core group of readers and that’s the important thing. I feel like I’ve met some cool people and made some cool friends through this blogging thing. Someday I hope to be able to meet some people in person. Speaking of cool people and statistics–Brenda, be proud! The two days you were guest blogging for me this site got double the hits that it normally gets. You da bomb! (Is that a totally out of date saying?)

I gave up on ICQ a few weeks ago when they stopped supporting the old, ad-free version we had on this computer. Someone finally convinced me to download Trillian and after a fight of epic proportions and the discovery that I had actually changed my password to something impossible to guess I finally have it up and running. Now I’ve got four communication devices in one, which meant I had to sign up for three new ones. You can find my contact info on the sidebar of the blog if you are so interested. I haven’t actually talked to anyone on icq for several months, so I don’t know why I care. So far I’ve just tested out the Trillian thing with one of my former students. That sounds kind of bad, but I actually liked her a lot and she’s in college now so it was a fun conversation.

And for something completely different. . .

You know how Mike is so sweet and innocent and nice? He appears to be a little angel but he’s actually very mischievous. His baby face keeps him out of a lot of well-deserved trouble. Anyway, I was sitting at the computer this morning being a nice person and having a little chat. Suddenly Mike grabs the phone and says I should call my mom and tell her I’m pregnant. There’s a nine hour time difference, so it would have been midnight her time. She goes to bed at 9 pm. That’s not even the most evil part. She desperately wants a grandchild and would go float away to heaven in an ecstatic burst of joy if she thought I was going to have a baby. Telling her I’m pregnant when I’m not would be about the most cruel thing you could do to the poor woman. Mikey is a bad boy. Bad, bad, bad. How does he maintain that constant look of boyish innocence?

I guess that’s about it. I should go and see if they’re showing anything good on the free movie channel. It used to just be a bunch of old crap that I’d already seen but now they are starting to show movies from 2001 so I’m catching some new treats. Of course, most of them are duds but if they’re in English I’ll watch them. Today I sat and watched Just Visiting just because it was on. And I enjoyed it, gosh darn it! So what if it’s the type of movie 12 year old girls enjoy. It had twelfth century Frenchmen bathing in the toilet! And I laughed! And I decided I want to look like Christina Applegate when I grow up. Mike says she’s just a big bimbo, but I disagree. I think she’s cute. Why can’t I be cute? Maybe it’s time to dye my hair blonde again*.

I really need to come up with something better to write about than bad movies that make me envious of Christina Applegate. Maybe something exciting will happen tomorrow. The gym goes back to full time hours so that’s got to be noteworthy, right? Maybe all the local brats will go back to school and the city will be safe. I doubt it though. This city is never safe from the antics of little monsters. They rule the roost around here. That’s a whole ‘nother rant though.

*I would never dye my hair blonde again, but Mike will go into an apoplectic fit when he reads that

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