I was reading the latest issue of Quill and Quire this afternoon, and I read a review of a book called Porny Stories, by Eva Moran. It sounded interesting, but I didn't think about it until I was in Indigo a little later in the day. I was looking up books I'd read about, I found Porny Stories, and I read a bit of it. Ok, I read a handful of the stories, and I liked them. They're not porny. At least, I didn't think so. I'm not sure what porny stories are like. I thought they were like romance novels, but with explicit scenes.
This book wasn't like that. These stories made me laugh. Out loud. In a bookstore. The funniest one I read was called How to Date a Writer. Step 1: Don't. The other steps just reinforced the first one, but they made sense. At one point she compared writers to guitarists, and after reading that I said quiet thanks to whatever led me to play guitar in a band.
In other news, I'm about to get hooked on Lost, and this before I even finish Battlestar Galactica. What's next? 30 Rock? No, there would have to be another show about survival instead. I guess survival stuff is pretty popular. You have humans vs unknown forces in Lost, humans vs Cylons in BSG, and humans versus each other at this place. It seems like perfect entertainment (or training) for Dwight from The Office. Maybe Future Dwight is sending me a message. Over and out.
Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galactica.
By the way, if you've ever thought to yourself "I wish I knew what kind of gun to use in an urban situation" (and you know you have), watch this video. Best *ahem* moment is at 1:43. Yeah.
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