certainthings

someone had the christian radio station playing this morning at work.

there was an advert for some ... thing? i can't remember what it was.

anyway, the woman said, "God gave you a talent for a reason, to shine for Him."

really? REALLY? so uh, what if you're a believer but you don't have any talent? are they meant to offer him some cookies they picked up at the grocery store?

I don't know how to keep active here when there's no one here. It's a bloody ghost town.

Seven new posts since I went to bed last night. SEVEN. *cries* And two of them don't count.

Looked around a bit yesterday for some new people to follow and my only criteria was a) they have at least three similar interests, b) they're active c) they don't have a hard on for Castiel or Misha.

I have yet to find that person / those people.

Fuck. At this point, I'll take two similar interests.

I've decided to subject you to the horror of this book one more time because a) I like sharing, b) not only was it confusing and badly worded but sometimes it was lame and c) I decided that I needed a "Mark cried" tag and when I'm going to use that? And I think there is a good place to end a sentence. Right then. Some more bits from various stories.

[01]

"Stop that biting thing," Peter said. She snapped her jaws. A small animal with dark fierce eyes.

"I just want to bite all this slow air around things."

****

He looked across the wide table at Jilly and tried to figure out the color of her eyes. They were cement with pieces of glass. In dreams, the shadow under her eyes flew off her face and settled in his ear, telling him things that bothered him and made him want her near him. A feeling that stayed with him when he was awake.

01. That first bit made me think that Jilly was a dog but no. Just some girl who wants to bite at the slow air ... Whatever that means.
02. That dream sounds kind of disturbing. Couldn't the author just say, 'I think I fancy this girl.'?

[02]

That morning in bed we were too wired to sleep so we watched an early movie. A black and white I couldn't follow. There were people, men and women. They gazed past each other and laughed and cried. Children didn't exist. They walked up a hill and entered a lush valley. This meant the movie was over. They looked at each other, embraced and moved apart.

01. This movie sounds worse than that movie with the dog.

[03]

With her blonde hair pulled back she looked good enough to look at.

01. "looked good enough to look at." I think that is by far the best description I have ever read. Ever. I don't write often but I'm seriously considering adding it to any and all drabbles and fictional conversations that I write.

[04]

Part of the hill went right up to the top of Future House. I climbed up to the third level and looked in to see the master bedroom. He was lying there and he was pulling at it. In the champagne glass with his pants around his knees.

01. All right, I'm on board for the Realtor (that's who it was, I'm fairly sure) jerking off in the master bedroom of this "Future House" but I don't understand "in the champagne glass." ... he had his dick in there? Or uhm ... I don't have any other ideas. Please explain.

[05]

The woman had the greenest eyes I had ever seen. Seaweed-colored and good to look at in the heat and her left eye was as yellow as the sun. She pointed to a house. That's the store, she said. You need to go there, to see things you've never seen before.

I saw what I had never seen before. A young girl with scabby knees, with a baby at her breast and a white dog with red eyes.

01. I'm not 100% sure but I think I might hate this part the most. I want to punch these words in the face.

And I believe that concludes our look at why reading is bad and doesn't always make our speaking English good.

burnt orange lipstick is the book I started reading last night. It's a collection of short stories. I finished the one story and I really did not care for it at all. Mostly because I didn't understand it at all. I guess it's like Brian Regan said, "Reading is hard." :p

Anyway. Here's a bit from the story:

There was a movie on the bus. In the movie, a handsome young man runs over a puppy with his motorcycle. He nurses the puppy to health and the dog becomes his faithful companion. A band of hoodlums who work for the government find the man and torture him to death. By an act of luck, the whole thing is caught on tape, but the tape is lost during a bungled investigation. The dog has dreams and the dog's dreams are beautiful. Dog and owner run through colorful flower-filled landscapes. The dog kills each of his owner's murderers. Each time he finishes he brings a wreath of flowers to his owner's grave and dreams another dream.
In the end, the dog finds the video tape and brings it to the police.

01. How awful does that "movie" sound?
02. Do you think the dog hid the tape in the first place? (yes, I know it says "bungled investigation" but still)
03. If you had to name this movie what would you call it?