Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine.
I spent most of this afternoon vaguely nauseous and incredibly dizzy - there's some yucky thing going around at work which I fear I have caught - and since I didn't want to go to sleep, since if I nap I won't sleep tonight, I lay down and read the last two thirds of American Gods in a single sitting. Well, I stopped at about 7, without having read the epilogue, to make John dinner, but aside from that I spent the entire afternoon just reading, which sort of has an effect not unlike being hit over the head with one of Czernobog's sledgehammers. I loved it, by the way, and while it's not precisely the way I would imagine a pantheon, it was plenty clever enough for me to be willing to just go along with it. The subject heading is my favorite line from the book; my favorite scene was probably the bit with the gay ifrit taxi driver. And I'm feeling much less dizzy now.
Had a brilliant dinner conversation with Baby Brother John, which involved him telling me, "Someday, you're going to be out on a spaceship, and you'll be like, "Oh no, Captain! It's a black hole!" and he'll be like, "Man the lifeboats!" but you won't escape, and you'll fall slowly into the black hole and then suddenly you'll hear this voice over the intercom of your ship saying "NOM NOM NOM NOM. I'm a black hole! NOM NOM NOM." And I'll be very sad that you're dead, but I'll be right about what black holes say."
And then we ended up looking up hippos on Wikipedia, and learned that they can weigh up to 8000 pounds, and John asked who invented hippos, and I said "Jesus," and provided the appropriate passage from Book VII of Paradise Lost. ("bleating rose, / As Plants: ambiguous between Sea and Land / The River Horse")
At the school where I work, the library plays movies for classrooms on CCTV, and the second grade was watching Pocahontas as part of "Native American Day," which otherwise seemed to involve them wearing paper headbands with paper feathers, and silly facepaint. I kept sneaking into the office to watch bits of the movie, and appartently on the new DVD release (10th anniversary edition! I feel so old!), they've added a new song, "If I Never Knew You," which got released as a single by some pop artists when the movie came out, but wasn't in the actual movie. Um, it's a great song. The pop version is lovely, sappy and maudlin but kind of pretty. Unfortunately, however, Mel Gibson cannot actually sing. Which, I'm guessing, is why they cut the song in the first place. So re-adding it may not have been the best production decision ever. :-)
I'm going to bed early tonight. I need it.
P.S. Woe is Hillary. :-(
Had a brilliant dinner conversation with Baby Brother John, which involved him telling me, "Someday, you're going to be out on a spaceship, and you'll be like, "Oh no, Captain! It's a black hole!" and he'll be like, "Man the lifeboats!" but you won't escape, and you'll fall slowly into the black hole and then suddenly you'll hear this voice over the intercom of your ship saying "NOM NOM NOM NOM. I'm a black hole! NOM NOM NOM." And I'll be very sad that you're dead, but I'll be right about what black holes say."
And then we ended up looking up hippos on Wikipedia, and learned that they can weigh up to 8000 pounds, and John asked who invented hippos, and I said "Jesus," and provided the appropriate passage from Book VII of Paradise Lost. ("bleating rose, / As Plants: ambiguous between Sea and Land / The River Horse")
At the school where I work, the library plays movies for classrooms on CCTV, and the second grade was watching Pocahontas as part of "Native American Day," which otherwise seemed to involve them wearing paper headbands with paper feathers, and silly facepaint. I kept sneaking into the office to watch bits of the movie, and appartently on the new DVD release (10th anniversary edition! I feel so old!), they've added a new song, "If I Never Knew You," which got released as a single by some pop artists when the movie came out, but wasn't in the actual movie. Um, it's a great song. The pop version is lovely, sappy and maudlin but kind of pretty. Unfortunately, however, Mel Gibson cannot actually sing. Which, I'm guessing, is why they cut the song in the first place. So re-adding it may not have been the best production decision ever. :-)
I'm going to bed early tonight. I need it.
P.S. Woe is Hillary. :-(