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Saturday, September 25, 2004
Without a Trace
 *sigh*
I had no idea there was a new Patricia Cornwell novel released. What's worse, I didn't know it was another Scarpetta novel. I stumbled across it last night at my local Barnes & Noble, and of course, had to purchase it. I began reading it today at around 1pm. I finished it this evening at around 7:30pm. I must say that this newest installment of the Scarpetta series went over much better with me than the last one did. I just was not happy with Blow Fly for some reason--well, mostly because the ending just seemed...rushed in that last one. I actually really, really liked Trace. I felt while I was reading it that this was what a Scarpetta novel should be. This was like the Scarpetta of old. Back to the days of Postmortem and The Body Farm. With the last few books, Cornwell seemed to be getting a tad off track from what we Scarpetta-faithful had come to love and expect of our heroine. Things were becoming a bit too far-fetched. I mean, come on--a wolfman? Trace feels like everything is back where it belongs. Scarpetta and Marino, back on cases--and back in Virginia. Benton, still getting inside people's brains. Lucy, still making bad relationship decisions--despite her incredible intellect. I finished reading, and Cornwell has left me craving more. Aah yes. Just like old times. Good times. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 8:51:00 PM |
Saturday, September 18, 2004
SET YOUR VCRS!!!
| I just read an article on USAToday.com (that was thankfully pointed out by Rebel Prince over at his blog) about the Mad TVseason premiere. It will feature a sketch called "The Amazing Presidential Race," and it will showcase everyone's favorite duo from The Amazing Race 5, Charla and Mirna! Apparently, there will even be a spoof of the Race in which Charla carries a 50 lb. side of beef! Yay!!!
Gosh, I miss those two on that race... ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 10:31:00 PM |
Thursday, September 16, 2004
So Jealous: SOOOO AWESOME
 I likes me some good tunes. That much is true.
If you, too, like you some good tunes, go get the new Tegan & Sara album, So Jealous. What? What's that you say? You don't know who Tegan & Sara are? Well, don't feel bad. Lots of people don't. But some do now. And some are even fellow Canadians. I must say, I am one of those people who suffers great ambivalence when it comes time for a release of a new album from one of my favorite artists. I become giddy with anticipation for that fateful first listen of a cd. But at the same time, I dread it--especially if the last album the artist released was exceptional. I have this same problem when attending concerts. I am always afraid that the cd or show prior will have been better; that somehow the new material or show won't hold up and won't be as good. So far, I have not been even close to disappointed. Let's review: The Cure--The Cure: An AWESOME album, in typical Robert Smith fashion. "I can't find myself..." Melissa Etheridge--Lucky: Some of her best work in a LONG time Garrison Starr--Airstreams & Satellites: If I say anything else about G*Starr on this site, Zam will kill me and we will have to change the title to "Garrison Starr Composes" (but, she is AMAZING--as is this album) Tori Amos--Scarlet's Walk: "Taxi Ride" could be one of my favorite Tori songs ever. Indigo Girls--All That We Let In: A wonderful album--I still cannot stop listening to "Tether" Alanis Morrisette--So-Called Chaos: What a great freakin' album. "Knees of My Bees?" Love. It. LOVEIT. Rufus Wainwright--Want One: Talk about a song--"Oh What a World" is absolute genius. Ravel. Rufus. Together. It's a "10." (Ok, that's a minus 15 points for the bad "Bolero" joke.) You get the idea here? Which brings me to Tegan & Sara. The Calgary Wonder Twins. These 2 chicks are insanely talented. And their music kicks ass. I thought their last album, If It Was You, was brilliant. The new album, So Jealous, is totally living up to the tough act it has to follow. After only one full day of listening, there are already three songs emerging as the heavily favored: 1. Where Does the Good Go 2. I Know I Know I Know 3. I Won't Be Left It's the classic Tegan & Sara style--harmonious blending vocals and often rugged overlapping acoustic guitar. It's so beautifully terrific. And, so, in honor of this amazing album, I give you my favorite track: Tegan & Sara -- Where Does the Good Go [The good has now gone. Sorry.] Get it while you can. And if you like it, go buy their albums. Nuttin' better than a pair of lyrically and musically gifted lesbian identical twins from Canada, I always say. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 10:42:00 PM |
The Freak Cheek®
| Well, just to update everyone out there who was concerned about the increasing size of my bitten cheek, the good news is that the swelling and redness have subsided for the most part.
Said cheek is now almost back to normal size, with only a small remaining spot (which is actually a tiny scab from all the initial itching I did before the sucker ballooned up). All is well. Now I just have to deal with my usual Freak Face®. But, I have had that all my life. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 11:37:00 AM |
Monday, September 13, 2004
I'm hideously deformed.
| Did I mention that yesterday I participated in our local walk for Autism Awareness?
Well, I did walk yesterday. And, as payment for my good deed (I raised $150), guess what I got. I got a bug bite the size of Des Moine. Wanna know what's even better about this? I got it on my cheekbone. Yes, you heard right. I said cheekbone. Only me. This thing has managed to (at the very least) triple in size throughout today. When I woke up this morning, my cheekbone was be-specked by one trivial red spot. It was itchy, but nothing I couldn't live with. As the day continued, however, I noticed the itching more and more. When I got home from school tonight--a full 12 hours after I had arrived (don't ask...I will be missing school tomorrow due to some sort of training I have been snookered into, and hence, I was preparing for a sub--a daunting task for someone as OCD and anally neat and organized as I am, especially so early in the year, when, I fear, I have not had sufficient time to "train" the cherubs as to the ways of my classroom...)--I took note of the epic proportions to which the bite had managed to swell. I have Franken-face. But, I have a left cheekbone that would now make James Marsters jealous. Well, either him, or the kid from Mask. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 9:26:00 PM |
Here's what I am wondering...
| ...how can my life POSSIBLY be so boring that I cannot (when I now finally have a moment to sit down and blog) think of anything to blog about?
I'd like to slap myself. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 9:07:00 PM |
Saturday, September 04, 2004
I have now OFFICIALLY heard it all.
Overheard today while shopping at my favorite local Mennonite country store:
Blonde lady: (to Mennonite girls working in the "deli" section) Hey, do any of you guys know how many ounces are in a pound? The jaws of The Suz and I instanty fell slack for a good 30 seconds before The Suz was able to look at me and say, "Maybe I am not quite as dumb as I have always thought I was..." And, as I was walking out the door with my goods in tow, I heard the lady STILL marvelling over the concept that a pound possesses 16 ounces. I thought the process of natural selection was supposed to kill off the weaker of the species, no? ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 1:14:00 PM |
