There's just the right amount of 'awkward' and today, you accidentally called me 'baby'.

Just a book update for you literary types. (You know who you are, Simon Chipmunk.)

Because I'm so cool that I'm taking a break from my busy day redecorating my invisible airplane. (...Yeah, I'm just writing an essay.)

I'm still reading Wicked. (It's a big book.)
It's absolutely amazing. I'm not far into it, only the first chapter and Galinda's just come into the story the last twenty or so pages, so maybe I shouldn't be Judgy McCritical just yet, but if it keeps on this path, I'll keep at it. I feel as if I can see the future when I read that book. I turn the page and I'm all, "Gasp! She's gonna be the wicked witch," and then, turn another, and I shriek, "She's the Good Witch! Galinda the Good Witch! Oh, it all makes sense now..."

Okay, so back to updating my Rory Book List. I've read the Portable Dorothy Parker (which was also a really big book). And all I can say is Dorothy Parker is both cynical and fantastic.

The Other Hollywood (also a big book -- do I sense a pattern?) is about porn. I thought it was going to be like... "the smart man's take on porn", but, alas, nope. It's just about porn. But I must admit, coming from a chick who hates porn, it's a good book. It's like a 900 page interview with every blonde bimbo, not-so-blonde bimbo, and non-bimbo that does porn... and their pimps. Yes, at some point, they're called pimps. The best thing about all this in my opinion was Linda Lovelace. That was interesting as heck. (I'm not being sarcastic, no matter how often I am, and I know how hard it is to convey tone in typing, but I'm totally serious.) And her boyfriend Chuck. Who I'd like to slowly push into the ground with a sledgehammer.

Okay, so yes, two books down. A trillion and a half to go.

By the way, my friend read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night by Mark Haddon for the second time this week and ridiculed me for being the slow reader that I am. And I said, "Damn, shush, I lost where I was, now I have to read this page again."

Ooh, ooh, blatant topic change!

I'm sure I've said it before, but I'll say it again, in case.
My boyfriend's mother calls me "Lucy", as in "I Love Lucy". Apparently, I'm like Lucille Ball. On the show, specifically. Well, after a year and a bit of this, I've come to the conclusion that I need to sit and watch some 'I Love Lucy' to fully appreciate the sentiment.

So, I have the second season (because watching the first one before the second was just too logical). Well, the first episode is that one where she stuffs the chocolates in her mouth on the assembly line. (It's a classic, only shadowed by the crushing grapes with her feet one.)

Anyway, I've decided to surrender -- they're right. I'm like Lucy. I tried arguing against it (and I failed, which made me glum), and then I tried arguing in favour of it (and I won, which made me happy, because I love winning). Then, I realized, in the history of the pro-con list, if more is on the 'pro' side than the 'con', that generally means 'pro' wins. Then, I thought I was just judging poorly as I was tired of arguing better for the 'con' side. Then, I confused myself so much I gave in and decided, 'Lucy and I -- one and the same.'

Desi Arnaz ticks me off and I don't know why.

Oh, and the elusive Alan responded! Since he doesn't fully understand the mechanics of blogging, I appreciate the effort he put in to respond.

Anyway, to my dear beloved imaginary readers, I put forward a few questions... a little too short for me to dub it a questionnaire, so maybe it should be a questionna.

One, I love to write, which is probably crystal clear, consider I blog like a buffoon and comment like an addict. My question is, do I quote too much? I didn't think so. Babble too much, very likely, as much as a brook even, but quote..? I never caught that. Sometimes it takes the outside eyes to see these kinds of things.

Two, if you had the perfect job and was guaranteed to always have it and always have financial security and happiness and everything else you value in a career, what major would you have chosen for university? I mean, besides the one you chose. I think I would have been a drama kid. Theatre or whatever it's called. Performing arts...? Only no sing, no dance ... ('After all, miss, this is France, and dinner here is never second best'... Oh, Beauty and the Beast, how you affect my daily life!) ... just acting. Straightforward script memorization and go out and do your thing.

Three, read any good books lately? As if I really need to extend my Rory Book List, but you never know!

Oh, and Alan, kiddo (or pops, depending on if you're older or younger than me), no one wants the whole world contacting them. Leaving the house would be terrible. Heck, staying in the house might be just as bad. Regardless, comments are cool, Alley Cat.