Life Got Busy

Just, you know, all of a sudden.
I have Leviathan and Forest Born to review, but I haven't had time to do so.
This is a failrific thing, I know.
Eventually these will be reviewed.

Guysguysguys!

I just got Going Bovine in the mail.
I'm so excited.
Even the acknowledgments are funny and awesome.

So, expect a review in the near future.

No.

My college bookstore has a deplorable YA selection.
My college is in the middle of nowhere.

Argh.

Some Things

Thing One: I had become rather sick of having my sidebar blocked by those silly widescreen videos.

Thing Two: I had an epiphany recently. You see, I was watching a film and eating some Smarties. The dark in the theater and the quiet in my brain and the fact that I was eating the Smarties slowly for once combined in such a way that I discovered something amazing: Smarties have flavors! Specific flavors, I mean... rather than just sweet/sour. The yellow ones taste like pineapple. They are totally my new favorite.

Thing Three: Masterpiece Theatre Mystery is the bomb. Seriously. Last night I watched one of Agatha Christie's Poirot stories, and it rocked. But even if the story itself does not so much rock... it's still introduced by Alan Cumming. Who rocks.

Thing Four: When the hell is the next Abarat book going to come out? I've been thinking about this lately. I mean, that series is--in my humble estimation--absolutely brilliant. But the last book came out in 2004. We know that the series will supposedly have five books in it, when all is said and done, so it en't dead... but this is my "Daddy, I want an Oompa Loompa NOW" moment. *Sad face.* But then, I suppose I can wait for what wikipedia tells me will be over 1800 pages of dark and delicious (wikipedia didn't actually say that part... delicious, I mean) prose.

Er... those are all of the things. I think.

Strange Days, Indeed

Just now, this car that had some brightly-colored shirts hanging up inside of it pulled up directly in front of my house. A woman in a striped, electric-pink shirt got out and galumphed over to her trunk. From the trunk she pulled a honeydew melon. Then she got back into her car and drove away.

I don't know why this happened.
Confusion abounds.
Maybe it was a prophecy about... my future... with honeydew melons. Yeah...

WOOHOO

Having got my first college acceptance, I am marginally more confident that I shall not perish in a box in the gutters of the world. At least, not before I get a college education.

Cool.

Oh, childhood.

Oh man. Gargoyles.
Way better than Street Sharks, Eli. I don't care if they're sharks with pants.
I mean, you guys decide.



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Clearly the first, no?