Friday, Friday...la,la, so good to me...la,la..
Can you even believe it's Friday again? No, I mean really? Well technically it is Saturday I suppose, which is even worse. Just not enough hours in the day. Cliche, but true...
Currently reading: Just finished the Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer upon the recommendation from a work friend (she lent me her books). Wasn't too sure about them at first (without meaning to sound snobbish - the 'teen' writing style seemed dumbed down after Phil Rickman's (and God 's) style ), but then I decided it was just a bit of fun, and enjoyed them as a kind of Mills & Boons for goths! Plus I ate them (that is, read them) up like junk food, all three were done in four days - a nice distraction. Do we ever really leave the "teen" in us behind, do you think? I'm not consciously aware of thinking any differently than I did at seventeen, which seems to be the most memorable time of my 'young adult' life. Though at the same time 'worldly' knowledge and experience in the almost seventeen years later makes one view that period with an almost irrational nostalgia for the naivety - and that's really what books like this feed. And every now and then, I don't think there is anything wrong with that. They've (yes, the mythical 'They", NOT to be confused with the Wes Craven "They" as discussed previously. One would hope in any case) made a move, due out in December - oh the teenage-gothy-angst! And yes, I probably will pay to go see it.
What's playing in my car: One of my very own mixed tapes! Or rather, mixed cd's. My car isn't technologically advanced, so no I-Pod dooverlacky (in honest truth, it wouldn't matter even if it did, I don't have an I-Pod! That is one of the many items on my wish-list), so I have to revert to the ancient and archaic burning-of-the-cd ritual. Much better that trying to catch your favourite tunes on the radio, and quickly press the record and play buttons together, then try to pause or stop it in just the right moment towards the end of the song without missing too much of the end but before the add break or back announcement. And trying to judge just how many more songs you could fit on that side before the tape ran out. Oh the drama! I'm so glad I grew up in the 80's - no, really! What are my kids music recording dramas going to be about? Now I know you are dying to know what exactly is on the tape. Let me just say there are a preponderance of bands from which the lead singers wore inordinate amounts of makeup, had masses of hair which they enjoyed thrashing around (and no doubt preening), and wore spandex and or leather - tight, very very tight. Hair metal - what a strange term! I feel old.
Blog of the day: A Skull A Day . Just like it says, really! A. Skull. A. Day. Sometimes two or more! Brilliant fun, and very addictive.
