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The Best Of list is nearly done, but I have decided only to email it to the only interested party. I'm sure that is a relief to the three or four people that read this. On the other hand, if you really ARE interested in the list, leave your email and I will send it to you as soon as it's done.


pssst... It's coming...

Keep your eyes peeled. My Best of Buffy list should be up this weekend.


Oh dear, I've been infected!

Deadpanann has tagged me for the book memage going around now. Because what Ann wrote is so great, I'm going to lift it verbatim. I know The Beckster will appreciate it. "If blogging is self-indulgent, memage must be the equivalent of masturbation." Truer words were never spoken.


On with the show?

1. Total number of books I've owned.
I don't know anyone who would actually be able to answer this question. Unless it was just someone who hated books and said, "Zero." One time, when I was about ten, I added up all the prices on the books I owned. I was just curious. At the time, I had a desk with two shelves on it that was full. I also had a four shelf bookshelf that was full, and I had doubled up in certain places. Like, two tiers of books on one shelf. Also, some of my books didn't have prices on them, so I just estimated. I had around $1500 worth at the time. Now? I really have no clue how many books I own, because 85% of them are at my parents' house, and out of the 15% I have here, only about 20 are actually on a bookshelf. When we moved here, Shark thought the bookshelf would be better served as a place for all our knick knacks than as a bookshelf. 1) What the hell? and 2) He fucking loves knick knacks. Currently, the shelf has several of our wedding gifts on it. On the top is a porcelain pitcher and a Waterford vase my in-laws gave us for Christmas (bought at the Waterford factory in Ireland!). On the top shelf are jar candles and a picture of me and my parents at my college graduation. And birthday cards. I don't know why we've kept them, except that one is for Shark from his sister and she made it. The next shelf down has a wedding picture on it, more candles, and this weird decorative bowl with rocks in it. We bought that on our honeymoon at Penis Rock. I'm telling ya, all this decorative crap is Shark's. He actually put rock gardens and oil and vinegar jars on our bridal registry.

Oh, but we were talking about books. I have no idea how many books I own or have owned. Let's just say lots and lots, but less than I used to because they've gotten really expensive. Even the $8 mass market paperbacks are a lot. Or maybe I'm just thinking of when I used to buy Sweet Valley High and they were only $4 a piece. *sigh*

Between Shark and me, I would put the total number of books owned around 1200. That's just a wild estimate, though.

2. Last book I bought.
Margaret Atwood's, The Blind Assassin. I'm having a hard time getting into it, so I put it down and am reading a borrowed book for now.

3. Last book I read.
Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris. Very funny, of course, but a little more depressing than some of his other stuff.

I am going to a reading of his on June 24. Yay!

4. Five books that mean a lot to me.
Time for reflection and introspection! #1 of course, for all time, is The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger (of course you know who wrote it, but I'm going for consistency by giving all authors names, thankyouverymuch). I used to read this book at least once a year. It's been about three since I've read it now, sadly, but I think I pretty much have the damn thing memorized anyway. And, no, I'm not a crazy serial killer or anything. This is just my all-time favorite book. And at fourteen I had a crush on Holden Caulfield.

#2 would be Nick Hornby's High Fidelity. I bought my copy in Paris -- it was a British publication, which just seemed fitting. I got really sick for a day or two while I was in Paris, so I read this book when I was not drugged out asleep. (Medicinal dosages in France are much smaller than they are here. So I took about six pills at a time. Then I felt fine.) This is the only book I've ever read, put down, and started over again. In fact, one of my all time favorite quotes ever is, "
It's like you can never do the right thing by someone if you've stopped sleeping with them. You can't see a way back, or through, or round, no matter how hard you try." I think the reason this book meant so much to me -- and still does -- is that I was coming out of a very unhealthy relationship at the time and heading straight into the most damaging one of my life. Despite the negative time period the book reminds me of, and despite being happy with my life and married and all that now, it still represents to me a time when I wasn't happy. When I was searching for whatever it was that would make me happy. I don't necessarily think the main character in this book ever would end up happy, but the fact that he probably wasn't still resonates with me.

For #3, Marion Zimmer Bradley's The Mists of Avalon. For a very long time, I was a King Arthur nutcase, and I read everything I could about Arthurian Legend. Mists definitely wasn't the first thing I read about King Arthur, nor was it the last. It wasn't even unique in the whole telling-it-from-the-women's-point-of-view aspect (see #4). But it just had something. It was complicated and rich and sad and beautiful. And at the time, I wanted nothing else but to go to England and visit all these places. Because of this book, I used the name Morgan le Fey online quite a bit, or Morgaine, or Morgana. What a way to take a villainness and turn her into a victim of circumstance. I loved it.

#4 is The Guinevere Trilogy by Persia Woolley. Haha! Three in one! The books in this trilogy include Child of the Northern Spring, Queen of the Summer Stars, and Guinevere: The Legend in Autumn. I couldn't love Mists as much as I should have because I read this trilogy first. The trilogy chronicles Guinevere's life from childhood to queendom to traitor. And in these books, she wasn't a pious, meek little wimp like she was in Mists. She was strong, willful, pagan, and conflicted. I wrote a review at Amazon about these books. Mine is the very last one listed (the first submitted). At the time, Amazon was still new and did their review system differently than they do now. In 1997, my email address was listed, and Persia Woolley wrote me an email telling me how glad she was that I enjoyed her books. Maybe that's why I still hold these books so dear, because it really has been 8 years since I last read them.

Finally, #5 is... I have no idea. Right now, I'm going to put it at a tie. Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier because it was the first book that ever made me sob and House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski because it's so damn unique. And it reminds me of when I got to meet Mark and Poe and they both signed my book. And I went to a reading where Mark read from this book while Poe sang, "Hey Pretty." (Which was a different version from what made it to the radio.) Did you know radio stations actually told Poe that if she'd sing with a guy, then they could play her music? "There's just no place for women in rock and roll today," they said. So she and Mark had done this book tour together, so they recorded it and it made it to the radio. How about that?

5. Infect some people with this book meme.
The Beckster
I don't know anyone else on Blogger. YET.

I don't know why the font is all different sizes. I don't understand Blogger's Normal, Tiny, Small, whatever sizes. What's wrong with 10 pt, 12pt, etc? Bastards.


One of this or one of that.

There are several things to report on, but nothing funny. I was holding off for something funny to come along, but it's just not happening. Probably because I just sit here and play the Sims all day, and I think they're funny, but you don't. Necessarily.

First and foremost, I got a job. It's with a technological (?) company that needs someone to revamp their inventory, assigning barcodes and updating the system. This sounds like A+++ fun to me, but I know that it comes off as boring. I'll know for certain which it is on Wednesday, which is my first official day on the job. I got the job through a career finding service at my school's website. It's essentially; and since I think Monster sucks, I'd never used it before. I think I sent about 7 résumés in last Sunday. A lady from this company called me Monday morning and asked me to come in and interview that afternoon. So I did, and she was fabulous and the place was fabulous, and I just felt really good there. She showed me around, and everything just felt really right, if that makes any sense. She promised to call me by Tuesday afternoon and let me know one way or the other if I got the job. (Actually, her exact words were, "I'll call you irregardless of whether or not we'll be needing you." I'm just going to pretend that she didn't say irregardless because 1) UGH and 2) She's really awesome and I clicked with her I think.) The job is only a summer thing, but I think if I win them over with my charm they'll beg me to stay.

Second, Shark, a friend, and I went to see Star Wars III last week. It was pretty bad, but mostly enjoyable to watch. I think. I don't really have much to say about it; I left the theatre feeling sort of disappointed. You might be thinking, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Or not. But if you've seen the movie, that NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! was what killed it for me.

Third, Shark and I saw a couple of really spectacular movies over the past few days. Two days ago, we saw Eulogy. It's got a pretty rotten rating at that link, but I liked it better than Star Wars. It was A++ comedy platinum to me. My favorite line was when Ray Romano was talking about their creepy next door neighbor growing up, Mr. Grabby. "Mr. Grabby would do this thing where he'd put his hand on your shoulder and say, 'You're it.' But he wouldn't go anywhere. Creepy." You'd probably have to see his face when he said it, so go rent the movie. It was hilarious.

The other movie I can't recommend enough; it's one of those that just stays with you. Crash just... there aren't any words for it, I don't think. It was amazing and sad and beautiful and sweet at times. There were actually parts where I just bawled. In fact, if you don't cry till you're choking for air in certain parts, I think you probably don't have a soul. If you click on that link, you'll see the part I'm talking about. I think my favorite little subplot did concern the Mexican man, Daniel Ruiz, and his daughter. He moves his family into a better neighborhood after a bullet goes whizzing through his daughter's bedroom. (Drive by shooting? Probably. It doesn't really explain.) The daughter (sooooooo cute) is still afraid so sleeps under her bed. But Daniel tells her about this invisible cloak that a fairy gave him when he was five that was to keep him safe until he had a daughter who turned five. But he was dumb! He forgot to give it to her on her birthday. That scene is so cute and sweet, I got teary then, too. And nothing sad was happening.

I had seen Matt Dillon giving an interview about this movie, and he said his character was rascist. And he was pretty nasty, all the way up to sexually harassing Thandie Newton when he pulled her and her husband over just for being black. What he didn't say was that basically every one in this movie is rascist. Oh! And Sandra Bullock? What a bitch. I really kinda dug her character, too. I'd never seen her play anyone like that before.

There were some weird pairings in this movie. Sandra Bullock and Brendan Fraser. Larenz Tate and Ludacris. Matt Dillon and Ryan Phillippe (I really wish we'd seen more of them together.) The movie doesn't really go into those personal relationships too much, because I think that would just feel odd. It's more of how these people react to situations around them. It's really interesting. Also, watch out for really tiny parts played by Tony Danza and Keith David. And then if there is a main character, he'd be Don Cheadle. And I don't really have to say anything about him that you probably haven't read somewhere else. Or seen for yourself. He's just so awesome. (Favorite line? "I can't talk right now, Mom. I'm having sex with a white woman!")


Fourth, we got a new kitten yesterday. Shark and I are becoming crazy cat people. She's our third cat now. We can't decide on a name. He keeps calling her Little Rumbly because she's so loud when she purrs. It's also been suggested that we call her Booger. She's a tuxedo cat, and she got a smudge of black on her mostly white nose. Hence, Booger. Who knows.

Ah. Is that all? Unless you want to hear about my Sims and how the granddaughter is having her uncle's baby ("Alabama Sims!" Porn Star said), I think that's all for now.

Au revoir.