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I've never been a big fan of the 4th of July holiday. Even as a kid, I disliked fireworks. I was never afraid of them or nervous around them; I just thought they were boring. As an adult, I find them even more boring. Being a vegetarian, I'm not a fan of cookouts either. The smell of cow flesh being seared on a metal rack quite often makes me queasy. So, bah humbug to the 4th of July. I managed to get out of any required attendance at a cookout, but I was forced to attend a miniature fireworks celebration at Jason's mother's house. They pulled the Markel card on Jason - told him that the least he could do for his poor, little niece was to come over and light fireworks for her since she doesn't have a father. Whatever. Manipulative woman. I do feel sorry for Markel, though. She's such a good-natured little girl, and she hugs my leg for all she's worth when I walk in the door. Anyway, I've never seen so many grown adults act like children around fireworks. Don't scream when it bangs and lights up. That's what fireworks are supposed to do, so it should come as no surprise.
I got up at 9:00 this morning to take Ferguson on our usual weekend 4-mile walk to the park. Usually, at that time of morning, the temperature is just hitting seventy degrees. This morning it was just hitting eighty degrees, so I nixed the long walk and ended up doing a 2-mile one at the park near our place. I even talked grumpy Jason into tagging along.
I started reading Salman Rushdie's The Satanic Verses this afternoon. So, so, so good. The first twenty pages were terribly confusing, but now that I'm nearly a hundred pages in, I've got my bearings, and I'm really enjoying it. I began Charlaine Harris' Definitely Dead yesterday, and I already love Quinn. Sam is still my man, though. How about Sookie keeping Quinn and Eric, and I can have Sam? Also finished the third volume in the Hellsing manga. It's so good that I'm already reading for the fourth volume, even though I told myself I'd stretch it out and make it last.
Jason and I watched Death at a Funeral last night after the fireworks bullshit. I laughed until my stomach hurt, so I highly recommend it to anyone who needs a good comedy to tickle them. Plus, Alan Tudyk (better known as Wash from Firefly) was in it, and his character was tripping on some unnamed drug which he took by accident for most of the film. The highlight was him sitting in the bathroom, unraveling the roll of toilet paper off the dispenser and telling the sheets to come "join the others." Some kind soul has put the clip up here on YouTube. And if that isn't incentive enough, he does give you nice view of her bare bottom toward the end of the movie while he's standing on the roof, threatening to jump to his death.
I got up at 9:00 this morning to take Ferguson on our usual weekend 4-mile walk to the park. Usually, at that time of morning, the temperature is just hitting seventy degrees. This morning it was just hitting eighty degrees, so I nixed the long walk and ended up doing a 2-mile one at the park near our place. I even talked grumpy Jason into tagging along.
I started reading Salman Rushdie's The Satanic Verses this afternoon. So, so, so good. The first twenty pages were terribly confusing, but now that I'm nearly a hundred pages in, I've got my bearings, and I'm really enjoying it. I began Charlaine Harris' Definitely Dead yesterday, and I already love Quinn. Sam is still my man, though. How about Sookie keeping Quinn and Eric, and I can have Sam? Also finished the third volume in the Hellsing manga. It's so good that I'm already reading for the fourth volume, even though I told myself I'd stretch it out and make it last.
Jason and I watched Death at a Funeral last night after the fireworks bullshit. I laughed until my stomach hurt, so I highly recommend it to anyone who needs a good comedy to tickle them. Plus, Alan Tudyk (better known as Wash from Firefly) was in it, and his character was tripping on some unnamed drug which he took by accident for most of the film. The highlight was him sitting in the bathroom, unraveling the roll of toilet paper off the dispenser and telling the sheets to come "join the others." Some kind soul has put the clip up here on YouTube. And if that isn't incentive enough, he does give you nice view of her bare bottom toward the end of the movie while he's standing on the roof, threatening to jump to his death.
