Friday, October 06, 2006

 

Buy A Friend a Book Week -- five and six; here we go.

Sorry to keep you all waiting, but it was worth it. The Pens look amazing this year. I hope they keep it up.

One question: One of our new defensemen is named LeTang. Is that what a French astronaut drinks?

Now. Onto our fifth winner, with no further ado.

It's Karen!, she who appears in my comments more than maybe anyone else. (What are the rest of you waiting for? Don't let her get away with that!) She wrote me the greatest story about being attracted to the bad boy... how many of us have been there, done that? Even though her bad boy was into rap and all that icky stuff, she conjures up all the memories that I need. Man, I can't wait to get to work on a bad boy or two...

Partly as a joke, due to another story, I'm giving Karen a book I just loved. Bel Canto is one of the few award-winning books that I didn't shy away from, and I can still close my eyes and recall the mental picture I created while reading the scenes of Roxanne singing, standing beside the piano...

Now, the joke is the whole opera angle. Apparently, our friend Karen! used to argue with her sister in a rather operatic way... I'll let her tell you the story if she so desires. Or maybe I'll just write it; complete with the flowery lyrics, it could make for a great scene.

So Congratulations to Karen!

And now, for our next winner of the day... This one's a bit unorthodox, as her entry neither hit my inbox, nor did it make the deadline. Rather, it appeared in the comments about an earlier winner.

That's right. I'm sort of blindsiding her with this, but that's what friends are for, right? Marci, you done good, woman. Like some of our other friends this week, you connected me to my radio because you yourself connected to your radio.

For that, I'm sending you a copy of one of my favorite graphic novels of all time: Lyrical Life, a story told entirely in song lyrics. If this baby doesn't have you singing along, you're hopeless.

One last note about Lyrical Life: the e-mail on their website has been deactivated, so I can't ask how the sequel is coming. Let's hope it's still in the making.

Okay. I'm off to get some work done for the first time in days. I have a huge stack of books here to mail. Maybe I'll even wrap and address them first. *wink*

Happy Buy a Friend a Book Week, everyone. I hope you've been having as much fun as me.

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Comments:
excellent!

The funny thing is that I was talking to my mom about 'Bel Canto' just recently. She had started it, but wasn't going to finish (or maybe she had just read the back cover). In any case, I told her to finish it because I knew she'd like it and she did and I was right. ;)

Anyway, I'm so pleased with this prize because I need a copy of the book. When it first came out, I slurged on the audion version (a long car trip justified it) and I've been thinking that I'd love to read it again (or maybe again is the wrong word because I actually listened to it the first time).

oh! and congrats to Marci. :D
Susan's sneaky like that...

and, finally, I'd be more than happy to share my goofy operatic argument story, but I'm too lazy to write anything tonight.
 
Wow, I knew that giving you this would either be amazingly perfect or a repeat. Somehow, it turned out to be both.

Weird how life works.

We can wait on goofy operatic stuff. It's worth it.
 
To quote Frank Barone, "Holy crap!" You shouldn't have. I'm not worthy. Really. But, I'm touched.

I was thinking of you all day yesterday actually. I was in effin' Reading, PA. Took me FOUR hours to get there and as I finally found my destination, after being lost in that lovely town for an hour, I realised another two and I could have been in Pittsburgh.

Anyhow, one of these days I'll have to tell you my story of walking up to the SAME song every day for a month when I was in high school. It was the proverbial straw the broke the camel's back and drove me from commerical radio to independent radio.

Even now 20+ years later, I cringe when I have to listen to commercial radio. Heck, when we went to see John Fogerty earlier this summer, halfway through the show I turned to Mark and said, "It's like listening to classic rock radio."

Thanks again, darl! BTW, I stocked up on some red beads, so your bracelet is in the works. Just got to get the parents out of town this weekend and find some time where I can lock myself away. I've got an idea - or three - festering in my brain.
 
If we all did the nice things that we shouldn't have, think how lonely the world would be. :D

I don't think Reading is that close to Pittsburgh, though. I think it's a bit further. Of course, that's assuming that you don't drive like a bat out of Hell (yeah, yeah, that was the name of a very famous Meat Loaf album. I know.).
 
No, I know reading is no where nears Pittsburgh, but the fact that I was in the car for 4 hours (a trip which should have taken 2.5 hours - tops) and on a 'normal' day, getting to Pittsburgh is maybe 6-6.5 hours from here - that's the point I was trying to make. If I hadn't been driving around in circles and stuck in traffic, I could have been almost to you!

Four hours in the car and I didn't even get to experience the tunnels on the PA Tpk. :(
 
Ahh, now I see your point. Okay.

Not to even experience the tunnels? That IS a shame; they are fun tunnels.

You know, there are a bunch of tunnels here in Pittsburgh...

(what were you doing in Reading, anyway?)
 
Bead show in Reading -- but then I saw you read my blog, so you probably already know.

I hear Pittsburgh is a fun town. My brother loves to come there for baseball games. I need to get out there one of these days. I go by it often enough enroute to Cincinnati. (Okay, I've driven that twice. Not all that much.)

Oh yes, the tunnels. One of the highlights of the PA Tpk - perhaps the only highlight. I love 'em. There's a 'tunnel' in Cincinnati as well - and about 5 miles ahead your warned about it and to remove sunglasses. WTH? You can see the end of the tunnel when you enter it. Not what I call a tunnel.

Anyhow, I'm reading older entries on your blog now. I'm a little blue after my parents visit fizzled out. :(
 
Oh, don't be blue, babe.

I'm sorry your parental unit visit petered out. One thing I've noticed over the years is that us girls miss our parents more than our boys (husbands) do.

Tell me which of the old blog entries were your faves; I'll concentrate on posting some similar stuff if I can.
 
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