Soon to be a Major Motion Picture

So….Stephen King’s son Owen now has a writing career…bet it was really tough for him to get that first book contract and all…Actually Kirkus magazine gave his first novella a great review and said he was a writer to watch. It was so gushy, I suspect they were paid off or threatened by Cujo or something. Kirkus has a reputation as a very snarky, acerbic review source – which only makes me want to go work for them so I too can call 500 page novels ‘a frightening waste of trees’ and disparage characterizations as ‘to call his protagonist a cardboard cutout is to insult paper dolls everywhere’. Now if that’s not a job for the president of Sardonics, Inc., I don’t know what is!

Mr. Right (as in, “I’ll get right to it…tomorrow”) may be conceding defeat in the whole stain the house sweepstakes. First he had to powerwash the cedar siding. While he was at it, he washed the outside windows, which I thought was great, until they dried to a soapy haze and I can no longer see out them. Then he noticed some boards looked dark. He was told if they are black, that denotes mold. The mold must be blasted with bleach, and then rinsed. He spent hours trying to hook up a sprayer to do this. It’s a huge, tiring job. He told me he thinks he is going to hire someone to stain the house. I said, this is where I insert the I-Told-You-So. Whew. I feel better now.

Polished the wheels on the Toyota and they look great – it’s going to hurt to give up that car. Very beautiful when detailed, just wish it could handle a Midwestern winter. Weird weather has kept me out of the Vette; several thunderstorms moved through our area this weekend and I didn’t want to get caught in any, so I have yet to really spend a day out and about with it. A nearby city is doing a Vette cruise night Wednesday, but storms are predicted again.


Why I Blog –

A recent survey found one of three U.S. High School students thought the press had too much freedom and even more thought the government should approve newspaper articles before they are published.

There is officially NO hope for the future.

And by the way, Newsweek ran that article about the Koran being flushed down the toilet past the pentagon before publication.

Book title that tries too hard: “Secrets of a Gay Marine Porn Star”.

Book that proves I should be published, if this is the kind of thing that gets a green light: Everything I Ate: A Year in the Life of my Mouth. It’s a picture book. More specifically, photographs of everything this guy ate for a year. He ate cereal almost every day. This is getting published. I. Am. Not.

Ok, so I’m not exactly the reincarnation of Sylvia Plath. But when they make a movie of my blog, I want Janeane Garofalo to play me. I want Owen Wilson for Mr. Right.

Wonder what those Jackson trial jurors are thinking??? Bet they ask the judge if they can give out the electric chair for ‘general weirdness’.

Remember, when you’ve seen one shopping center, you’ve seen a mall…

What I’m Reading: Devil in the White City
What I’m listening to in my Car: Audioslave Out of Exile
What I’m Recommending: Not Tonight Honey, by Susan Reinhardt
Stay away from: Household Chores