In which I discuss Poe, the Phillies, and nonsense
My four-year-old nephew told me the name of his favorite author this afternoon. I was thinking someone like Eric Carle or even J.K. Rowling, as he’s seen the movies and had the first book read to him, but no. This name came as a complete surprise and I had nothing to do with it, unfortunately. I would’ve liked to have taken the credit for this.
He informed me that his favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe. Not only is Poe his favorite author, but he even told me the name of his favorite story, which he’s apparently going to see performed somewhere. The Masque of the Red Death. My sister said he brought the book to preschool for show and tell one day and she made sure to inform the teacher that she had nothing to do with his choice, blame his father.
If one of my students brought in a Poe book, I would think that kid was so cool. If one of my own children (if I ever have any) brought a Poe story into school, I would make sure to take all the credit for his reading choices. But my sister isn’t like that. She’s involved in everything: book clubs, Moms’ clubs, volunteering junk, etc. She leans towards the more normal side of things, whereas I obviously do not, as I’m sure everyone has noticed by now.
In creepier, more surprising news, I went to a Phillies game last night.
*pauses for a moment to let that sink in*
Yes, I went to an actual sporting event. Where there were some 40,000+ other people, according to the count they flashed on the screen. I was promised fireworks at the end of the game, which explains why I went. Shiny things exploding. Nice.
The game itself was dull as dirt, except for the one time when one of the Padres kind of ran into the wall on his way to catch a ball and he fell down. I nearly bust a gut laughing very loudly over that and nearly shouting for them to replay it on the screen, which they did, causing me to laugh even harder. That was definitely the best part of the game.
It drizzled during the whole game, but stopped at the end so the fireworks thankfully were not rained out. They were great, although the music choices were crap and we had no idea why those clips were chosen. The songs had nothing to do with anything. Completely random. No cheesy patriotic songs that one associates with fireworks. Yes, I tend to mock those songs, but they fit so well with shiny things exploding around the 4th of July that I can’t imagine fireworks without them. Dumb Phillies people, choosing stupid pointless songs. Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. The stupid pointless songs go well with the stupid pointless game of baseball.
There will be pictures shared, as I took oodles. Thanks to Briege, I now have PhotoShop. I wuv you, Briege!
Pirates opens tomorrow and hopefully I’ll get to see it. I’m looking forward to some entertaining Johnny Depp. That’s all I ask and Depp has yet to fail in fulfilling my request. He’s always entertaining in his movies, even when the movie itself is utter shite.
He informed me that his favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe. Not only is Poe his favorite author, but he even told me the name of his favorite story, which he’s apparently going to see performed somewhere. The Masque of the Red Death. My sister said he brought the book to preschool for show and tell one day and she made sure to inform the teacher that she had nothing to do with his choice, blame his father.
If one of my students brought in a Poe book, I would think that kid was so cool. If one of my own children (if I ever have any) brought a Poe story into school, I would make sure to take all the credit for his reading choices. But my sister isn’t like that. She’s involved in everything: book clubs, Moms’ clubs, volunteering junk, etc. She leans towards the more normal side of things, whereas I obviously do not, as I’m sure everyone has noticed by now.
In creepier, more surprising news, I went to a Phillies game last night.
*pauses for a moment to let that sink in*
Yes, I went to an actual sporting event. Where there were some 40,000+ other people, according to the count they flashed on the screen. I was promised fireworks at the end of the game, which explains why I went. Shiny things exploding. Nice.
The game itself was dull as dirt, except for the one time when one of the Padres kind of ran into the wall on his way to catch a ball and he fell down. I nearly bust a gut laughing very loudly over that and nearly shouting for them to replay it on the screen, which they did, causing me to laugh even harder. That was definitely the best part of the game.
It drizzled during the whole game, but stopped at the end so the fireworks thankfully were not rained out. They were great, although the music choices were crap and we had no idea why those clips were chosen. The songs had nothing to do with anything. Completely random. No cheesy patriotic songs that one associates with fireworks. Yes, I tend to mock those songs, but they fit so well with shiny things exploding around the 4th of July that I can’t imagine fireworks without them. Dumb Phillies people, choosing stupid pointless songs. Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. The stupid pointless songs go well with the stupid pointless game of baseball.
There will be pictures shared, as I took oodles. Thanks to Briege, I now have PhotoShop. I wuv you, Briege!
Pirates opens tomorrow and hopefully I’ll get to see it. I’m looking forward to some entertaining Johnny Depp. That’s all I ask and Depp has yet to fail in fulfilling my request. He’s always entertaining in his movies, even when the movie itself is utter shite.