I. Books
In my continuing effort to limit my reading just to Pulitzer Prize winners/nominees and US Magazine, I tried to read The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. At least US Magazine is courteous enough to write in English. TBWOOW is at least 15% in Spanish. And it isn’t like the Yiddish in the Michael Chabon book, at least that was limited to a phrase a page and you could skip it and look it up later.
“Palomo, you have to grab a muchacha y metaselo. Start with a fea. Coje y fea y metesolo! Hijo.”
I go to Babelfish and oooooohhhhh, that means “Palomo, you have to grab to girl and meteselo. Start with to ugly. Ugly Coje and meteselo! Son.”
Seriously.
II. Magazines
Gary has discovered that due to some magazine-delivery-screw-up the grocery stores in our area are selling magazines for $1.99. He came out of the bathroom today exclaiming, “This Cosmo magaine is great! Do you know there’s a chemical called oxy-something that makes people stop wanting to have sex after they’ve been together a while?”
III. On-Line
Well, the one and only message board I follow has been taken down (in disGRACE!)*, so I have all kinds of free time now. The Twitter has handily filled in the gap. So, if you Twitter I’m out there, saying even less, if possible. Let me know if you want to communicate with my rapidly degenerating verbal brain lobe. I’m still holding fast against Facebook, though. My status reads “HATING FACEBOOK.”
* Oh, and hey, if anyone wants to curse in the comments or use abusive language or criticize me I would like to encourage you. Those are my Terms and Conditions, fuckers.
12 responses to “Words, they Fail Me”
Umm, should I tell you that you’re still on Facebook? You should really accept your multitude of friend requests.
Wait, so is it gone for good? The board, I mean? Because that’s pretty frustrating. Is PJ going to host a new board? Or should we flood Sixthman with calls until they reinstate it?
Well, seeings as bad language and abuse is cleared, I can stop lurking and join the fray. Ellen, you are a crazy, silly bitch and you make me laugh ’til I nearly need Depends. I’m in shock that Gary took until now to discover Cleavagepolitan. You must let him out more.
What, pray tell, is porch wine?
Apologies. That question was supposed to be on the prior post. Not that it makes any difference. What the hell is porch wine?
You aren’t alone. Lots of people on Facebook hate it, but can’t seem to reach escape velocity. It seems to be the exclusive method for keeping in contact with exactly 4 people I know who are out of reach otherwise (which makes me suspicious, but whatever).
You could always join Goodreads where, despite propaganda, we don’t talk so much about books. Lately we are talking about Dutch sex toys.
Seriously, I lurve me some glamor magazine. GAWD! It’s like elixir I tells ya!!But, after a year or so, it just doesn’t have the soothingness and I had to let it go. I still pick up a copy now and again. but, meh.cosmo was always too dirty for me. honestly. ok so updated my link to send some link love your way. THANKS for including my blog on your links :)take care
Oh, girl (shakes head). Honestly. Didn’t I tell you about the “No Anitas” policy? I will not read books by anyone named Anita because said tomes depress the hell out of me. I mean, like I wasn’t already depressed enough.
Do NOT read any books that won awards, except maybe Edgars or Agathas. Srsly. You’ll only hurt yourself.
This Oscar Wao makes me think they should republish War and Peace with chunks of paragraphs in Cyrllic alphabet.
1.) My daughter just fixed me up w/ a FB (page?) and now I see why she is on it all frickin night. I don’t have a blog so just one page seems sufficient. I looked for you but it did not work out…ellen…s…queen …st.louis…gary etc.
Not to be all stalkery or anything.
2. I take my husband to chemo. Today there was a lady in a chemo chair reading The Brief Wondrous Life etc etc. which, although it is apparently a best seller I had never heard of til you mentioned it a few days ago. I wanted to tell her your reading scale thing but I figured she would just look at me funny. So I didn’t. An opportunity lost.
gwak – And… done!Erin – Uh, it is my opinion that the closing is because Sixthman had enough of our opinions already.Mare – Hi, Mare! Poise pads. That’s what I use.Magpie – It’s the wine your friends leave on your porch when you mother is at the end of hospice. Sherri – Someone on a secret hidden topic pointed to the dog gas post. Secrets. Boo.Mrs. hall – Really? The links on the side are working for you? I can no longer see my blogroll. Is it just me?Becs – That really is exactly how it feels. At least you know there’s going to be only one guy from the dominican republic named oscar, whereas the are how many nikolais in W&P?Gaoo- Hey FBriend. (I’m going to call all facebook friends that.)
Ah. Porch wine. I think my mother is never going to die, so we’re never getting porch wine. It’s okay, though. I use her credit card to keep her house in wine, ’cause lord knows her children need it.
Magpie – Ah, I am sorry. Yesterday I just finished settling the last of the few financial affairs Mom left me to settle. It’s like Woody Allen and his quote that sex is like pizza, theres no such thing as bad pizza. Is there actually a good hospice? It’s always sad.