Showing posts with label Truthful Tuesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Truthful Tuesday. Show all posts

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Truthful Tuesday

I know have a Twitter account, with which I "tweet".
I have no idea what I'm doing, and I text Miss Hannah every week with a new question.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Truthful Tuesday

Even though I fully believe in crying, sometimes I go weeks without shedding a tear.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Mailbox Monday & Truthful Tuesday

Mailbox Monday: If you thought waiting 3 months for Liberty of London bedding to arrive was a long time, you will die when I tell you it took 5 months for my very own copy of Enchanted April to finally make it into my hands!
My mother and I have a standing tradition of watching Enchanted April every year, on a rainy night in April. So of course we we're thrilled when the ladies of our book club agreed to add it to the list. After my mother gave away one copy, and one eBay order fell through, I can now say, it's mine!
Truthful Tuesday: I've recently discover that the much younger Alfred Molina and the lead singer of Mumford and Sons have a striking resemblance! And now every time I listen to The Cave, I have that ridiculous image of Mr. Molina in Enchanted April, standing there in his bath towel, with all his chest hair burned off! This is only something you can completely understand, if you've seen the film, and if you're me.
I will spare you the emotional and physical scarring, but if you do wish to see the image, click here.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Truthful Tuesday

This week was difficult. I wanted to think of something personal, and creative to put on here. Something intelligent, and insightful.
Well anyway, that didn't happen. So instead, you get to find out something slightly lame, and a little bit quirky.
I.......like science fiction! I know, who would have ever guessed! I am currently reading The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, and The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul, by Douglas Adams.

First, a little background information on the book. The introduction goes something like this:
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy — not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman. Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book. in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor — of which no Earthman had ever heard either. Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one — more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway? In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects. First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.

Now that you have a basis for the book, I would like to continue by stating that I do think this series is a classic. I believe a book can be called a classic if it is timeless. I know this to be true in the present situation because you can simply change the quote a bit, and it goes something like this...
"If human beings don't keep Facebooking, their brains will start working!"
Since you are probably a little confused, let me now insert the actual quote.

"It is worth repeating at this point the theories that Ford had come up with, on his first encounter with human beings, to account for their peculiar habit of continually stating and restating the very, very obvious, as in "It's a nice day," or "You're very tall," or "So this is it, we're going to die".His first theory was that if human beings didn't keep exercising their lips, their mouths probably seized up.After a few months of observation he had come up with a second theory, which was this - "If human beings don't keep exercising their lips, their brains start working".In fact, this second theory is more literally true of the Belcerebon people of Kakrafoon.The Belcerebon people used to cause great resentment and insecurity amongst neighboring races by being one of the most enlightened, accomplished, and above all quiet civilizations in the Galaxy. As a punishment for this behavior, which was held to be offensively self righteous and provocative, a Galactic Tribunal inflicted on them that most cruel of all social diseases, telepathy. Consequently, in order to prevent themselves broadcasting every slightest thought that crosses their minds to anyone within a five mile radius, they now have to talk very loudly and continuously about the weather, their little aches and pains, the match this afternoon and what a noisy place Kakrafoon has suddenly become."

My true hope is that this post convinces one of you to read the book, because then I will have someone to talk about it with! If this goal is reached, I will truly be able to say this was a successful Truthful Tuesday :)

Tuesday, July 13, 2010