This one was a hard fail. Turns out giving myself a deadline didn't help very much. Or at all, really. Still planning on getting something scheduled latter this summer or early fall. We'll see.
Gwen gave me a lovely gift package for my birthday- all sparkly and feeling like home, just the way she is... (It even contained some of her new, sophisticated, perfect business cards telling the entire world what her friends have known for what seems like forever: she is a novelist.) Then, then, then, the book. For my last birthday was "Oranges aren't the only fruit" by Jeanette Winterson. This year is "The lovely bones" by Alice Sebold and I just got a shiver typing the title. I remember seeing this book around when it first appeared, but as talk of it died down, I forgot to investigate. (Oh god, I just had a thought- what if it was an Oprah book? THAT would explain why Gwen and I would be reluctant to jump on the bandwagon. Not that Oprah endorses only bad books, it's just a thing we have against trying fit in the same way an awkward teenage girl waits to be told what to wear and read and like- I can see why Oprah would like this story though, it fits wit...
I know it sounds stupid, but they cover all these annoying songs that I don't normally like but somehow those little high-pitched voices make the songs so freaking funny I can't get enough of it. I could buy the soundtrack, I'm that hooked. I know most people my age didn't see the movie, hell, most people didn't see it period, but it was a very nostalgic experience for me. They are just as great as the Alvin, Simon and Theodore I remember from being a kid- except I don't spend the whole movie wondering what kind of freak green ooze enlarged them all to the size of kids. (I wondered that a lot, especially after Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles hit the scene. It was usually difficult for me to suspend belief about movies and shows. People could trick me into or convince me of anything, but a cartoon, how dare it not be realistic!?) Then I discover, watching the credits to the new movie, actually, that the original , as in very first, as in before I was born, chipmunk...
First, that movie was great. Granted, I haven't watched it more than once approximately twenty years ago so it might be deeply problematic. But what I remember about it is great. Janeane Garofalo ? Great! Uma Thurman? Great? The phone sex scene? GREAT! The premise that an intelligent, witty, short, dark-haired woman would be so insecure that she would hire a tall blond woman to pretend to be her on a blind date? Not so great. Because it was too obvious, not because the flaw in our society didn't exist. Thank goodness nerds became cool. Second, I'm not a cat or a dog person. Both are spectacular and I love them equally. They have contributed to human civilization in ways we are only beginning to recognize. Plus both are soft and cuddly. Seriously, what more can you ask for in a pet? (side note, I also love reptiles, snakes, and rats because pet rats are tiny geniuses running around being hilarious- get one- trust me, they're amazing) Third, what got me thinking about ...
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