"The noun doesn't matter after an adjective like 'multiple.' Nothing good ever follows 'multiple.'"
New rule: no coffee past 10pm. Make a note of it. I spent the night too tired to sleep, and I think I already need a nap. All in all, however, it was more than worth some tossing and turning in exchange driving down to Winston-Salem to see fantastic friends.
Light show. I saw the aurora borealis just once in person, when I was little. I was asleep in the back seat of the car as my family drove home from the upper peninsula of Michigan, and my parents woke me and my brother up, bundled us out of the car by the side of the road, and told us to look up. I was half asleep, and at first I thought I must surely be dreaming. The aurora looks completely impossible.
Holi festival. This time last year, I looked like a rainbow.
Steampunk time machine.
"The Humans Are Dead" by The Flight of the Conchords. Language warning if the pets or kiddos are about, but pretty hilarious.
Hollywood: not for the faint of heart.
I'm as tall as a dalek!
Messages with a bottle. "The baby laughing alone in the back seat of the car at nothing in particular goes from adorable to creepy after a few miles."
Gathering Blue wasn't bad at all, though I kind of wish I'd read it at a younger age. I'm still threatening to construct a reading timeline of when a young human being should read all of the cool books, and then give it to anyone I know who has a baby. "Make sure he reads The Neverending Story AFTER he reads The Phantom Tollbooth, and for the love of all that's holy, don't let him read 1984 right before getting him a pet rat unless you want to deal with screaming nightmares for a month."
I was shocked to find myself disappointed in Farewell Summer by Ray Bradbury. It's supposed to be the sequel to Dandelion Wine, which is utterly perfect and basically the essence of summer trapped between two book covers, so I was anticipating further brilliance. Instead it was disjointed, surprisingly pointless, and felt kind of forced. Might be my least favorite Bradbury book. *sad face*
I finally read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone because Sam duct-taped me to a chair and held a gun to my head (just kidding, we're out of duct tape), and it was actually pretty enjoyable. I can see why it's so popular, though again I think I would've enjoyed it a lot more at the age of 10 or 12 than that of 24. Since she has the whole series, I may read the rest pretty soon to see how it all ends. Maybe all of the references people make will finally make sense to me! Now I just have to see The Matrix...
In a jarring departure from the aforementioned reading material, I decided to try The Sound and the Fury by Faulkner. I'm...mostly really confused, so far. It took me at least 150 pages to figure out that there were two people of different genders named Quentin, which went a long way towards making all of the pronouns make sense, at least. If I'm still puzzled by plot elements when I finish, I'm going to have to google and figure out what the heck happened. There was some incest, yeah? And I'm not really sure what else? I think one of the Quentins drowned himself. Pretty grim and baffling, Faulkner.
Light show. I saw the aurora borealis just once in person, when I was little. I was asleep in the back seat of the car as my family drove home from the upper peninsula of Michigan, and my parents woke me and my brother up, bundled us out of the car by the side of the road, and told us to look up. I was half asleep, and at first I thought I must surely be dreaming. The aurora looks completely impossible.
Holi festival. This time last year, I looked like a rainbow.
Steampunk time machine.
"The Humans Are Dead" by The Flight of the Conchords. Language warning if the pets or kiddos are about, but pretty hilarious.
Hollywood: not for the faint of heart.
I'm as tall as a dalek!
Messages with a bottle. "The baby laughing alone in the back seat of the car at nothing in particular goes from adorable to creepy after a few miles."
Gathering Blue wasn't bad at all, though I kind of wish I'd read it at a younger age. I'm still threatening to construct a reading timeline of when a young human being should read all of the cool books, and then give it to anyone I know who has a baby. "Make sure he reads The Neverending Story AFTER he reads The Phantom Tollbooth, and for the love of all that's holy, don't let him read 1984 right before getting him a pet rat unless you want to deal with screaming nightmares for a month."
I was shocked to find myself disappointed in Farewell Summer by Ray Bradbury. It's supposed to be the sequel to Dandelion Wine, which is utterly perfect and basically the essence of summer trapped between two book covers, so I was anticipating further brilliance. Instead it was disjointed, surprisingly pointless, and felt kind of forced. Might be my least favorite Bradbury book. *sad face*
I finally read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone because Sam duct-taped me to a chair and held a gun to my head (just kidding, we're out of duct tape), and it was actually pretty enjoyable. I can see why it's so popular, though again I think I would've enjoyed it a lot more at the age of 10 or 12 than that of 24. Since she has the whole series, I may read the rest pretty soon to see how it all ends. Maybe all of the references people make will finally make sense to me! Now I just have to see The Matrix...
In a jarring departure from the aforementioned reading material, I decided to try The Sound and the Fury by Faulkner. I'm...mostly really confused, so far. It took me at least 150 pages to figure out that there were two people of different genders named Quentin, which went a long way towards making all of the pronouns make sense, at least. If I'm still puzzled by plot elements when I finish, I'm going to have to google and figure out what the heck happened. There was some incest, yeah? And I'm not really sure what else? I think one of the Quentins drowned himself. Pretty grim and baffling, Faulkner.