"If one is defective, as are we all in some way, being uniquely defective is something of a consolation in the absence of a cure."
Thomas Ligotti
"Metaphysical Morum"
"If one is defective, as are we all in some way, being uniquely defective is something of a consolation in the absence of a cure."
Thomas Ligotti
"Metaphysical Morum"
I don't know much of anything about Luke Russert. I know he had a famous guy for a father....who I think was known as a nice guy. I know that he became a part of MS NOW's the weeknight...a show I'm familiar with, not a fan of, and check in regularly on.
The main reason I'm not a fan of the show is Luke Russert.
Maybe he's a great guy.
Maybe he's sweet and cool and a master of self-abnegation.
Maybe he's a student of great literature and is fluent in seven languages.
I dunno.
I only know that when he comes on the screen and starts holding forth, I change the channel.
Because to me he seems arrogant and bombastic and narcissistic and...just a pain in the ass Rich Boy.
I hope I'm wrong.
As Godot's dear Lucky said (so hopefully), "Time will tell."
Well, today is DTD6, and I'm very anxious to start on DT3, but (1) I've just finished DT2 a few minutes ago (read over 200 pages today), and (2) I haven't even started my DDR for the day, so...just a page or two. Maybe 3.
Or 16.
DTD7: Woke up, fell out of bed, got breakfast, started reading.
Hey, the big robot bear is made by North Central Positronics. Hello, Isaac.
Read to page 128. Definitely passed the point at which I stopped reading previously...and am at a loss to explain why I would have stopped here. The fight with the giant bear is slightly ridiculous, of course, but it is not something you easily look away from. Apparently I did, but I have no idea why.
I need to remind myself that this was really my first day on this book--though I nibbled a bit on it yesterday.
DTD8 (10/14/26): This looks to be a challenging day. Doctor's appointment, meeting for my younger son, and dinner with my older son. But I'm carrying this book with me to all but the last.
On the way back from the doctor's office I stopped at the library and picked up
Read to page 236.
DTD9 (10/15/26): A bit of a coincidence. I've had The Dark Tower movie for a week now, but didn't put it in the dvd player until about an hour ago. I only watched a bit of it as it was time to go pick Joe up from work, but I got to the point where Jake goes up to the old house, pries the wooden slats that had been nailed over the door off, and enters.
When I got to Joe's workplace, I had a few minutes before pick-up time, so I started reading The Waste Lands and...
Imagine how Mozart would react to hearing someone playing boogie boogie piano. I picture his face going from surprise to befuddlement to a hot flash of anger...and then immediately to ecstatic delight.
Tom Hulce, please?
I know AI is going to kill us all and I try to avoid using it, but photo manipulation is just too much fun to resist. I love the way it twisted the book around and made it look like the book was sucking the curtains into itself.
It's Friday...and since this appears to be a new little reading project, let's make it DTD3. (Dark Tower Day 3--after reading DT1 in 2 days.)
Only read to page 33 for DTD3--lack of time, not lack of interest. I really wanted to get a few more pages in and get away from those lobster fuckers. Tomorrow probably won't be any better--regional SOKY bowling tournament, dinner date for the kids...that's most of the day. But i might try to sneal my book into Kingpin Lanes...just in case there's a spare moment or two. Pun intended.
DTD4: Got up earlier and instead of doing my required (DDR) reading, I picked up The Drawing if the Three. Lickety split and I'mat page 108...and those lobster fuckers are STILL around.
Gotta get a few more pages in before I switch gears for dad duty.
Did the dad stuff...but didn't do much on the DDR side, because I got sucked into DT3 and read to page 190. And I'm not quite finished for the night, either.
Meanwhile, there's this:
Pooped out at page 215. Yeah...Stephen King knows how to do it.
DTD5: to 298. And it was a very busy day, too.
DTD6: Looks like this is going to be it. Which means it took me 4 days to read this one. Of course, it was a couple of hundred pages longer than the first book. But much more compelling. I think I could have finished it in two days if I'd pushed it. Hell, not even that really. More like if I'd let myself.
"This is what romance gets you--a noose around your neck and a crazy woman with two guns behind you." (421) I've got to say...this has the ring of truth for me. Thanks, girls.
BTW, 515 pages this time out...as compared to a mere 320 for DT1.
I kind of feel like starting DT3 right now...but I'm going to do my cardio instead.
But I've thought about The Dark Tower series off and on, and when I found out that Stephen King had revised the first book I decided I would read it. The library had a copy (of course...it's Stephen Fucking King, after all) and I got it and brought it home. And despite the fact that I have my eyes in many other books right now, I opened it up and started to read.
It was a bit of a grind at first. A man alone in the desert isn't that interesting...not even with Stephen King behind it. But I read on, and before I knew it I was closing the book at page 88 to go to bed.
Thursday: And the next day I was at the library to pick up some stuff, and since I, like Paul Simon, can read the writing on the wall...
After reading for awhile around page 130) it hit me why the first part of this book was a bit of a drag: no dialogue. Stephen King's greatest talent is character development, and you get a lot of that through dialogue. Maybe he should write a play.
With that (☝) thought in mind I Googled "has Stephen king ever written a play?" They came up with Ghost Brothers of Darkland County which, coincidentally, I just bought myself for my birthday. Haven't gotten around to listening to it yet, but now I suppose I will have to, won't I?
And oh! I am really slow today. I just looked at the picture I posted of Dark Tower 2 and 3 and for the first time noticed that they fit together as one picture. Maybe I should cut down on the Gummies.
Read to page 218 today. Kind of wanted to finish it off, but that would be ridiculous, wouldn't it? BTW, also today I drove Joe to work, went grocery shopping, picked Joe up, took him to the bank, brought him home. A few minutes later took him to the library where we met his brother, and I went into the library with my granddaughter, played with her for about 45 minutes, drove Joe back to his apartment, came back here. And fixed dinner. Also, somewhere in the earlier part of all this I rode my stationary bike for 30 minutes. So it's not like I was sitting on my ass reading all day. Stephen King is just very compelling-- even when he's not at his best. Though I admit that my disdain for this book has decreased quite a bit. I don't know if the rewrite was that extensive or if something in me has changed, but this seems like a pretty good book to me now.
While I was at the library with my granddaughter, I decided I should pick this up:
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Maybe it's just me, but I'm thinking that writers are people who are so nervous about interactions in the world that they run practice scenarios and dialogues in their heads on a regular basis. Some of those end up as (or in) stories.
I don't know. But I'm going to take a bite.
Today is Anniversary Day: no missed days in two years. Although there were a few getting up out of bed just as I was falling asleeps, some those gummies are kicking in and I'm really going to have to CONCENtrates, and such likes.
For one thing, it gives me a chance to think about my family, my friends, people I know who have suffered from tragedies, people I don't like...as I pair each of the 53 Hail Mary beads with a person in one of the four aforementioned categories. It is an interesting bifurcation, focusing on both the rosary and a person I know simultaneously.
I wanted to see if this poignant line
"writing alone will allow me to endure the final mockeries of living"
was really written by H. P. Lovecraft...or if Romuald Giulivo (writer) + Mercedes Gilliom (translator) had written it in the letter attributed to Lovecraft (writing to Robert E. Howard) in The Last Days of H. P. Lovecraft.
So I " " -ed it and guess what? No results found. I did get this unsolicited AI advice, though:
I've been circling around Peter Matthiessen for several months now. I remember my mom reading one of his books —The Snow Leopard—and I picked up a copy of that and put it on the To Be Read pile. And then more recently the movie At Play in the Fields of the Lord, which is based on a Matthiessen novel, kept coming into my head, so I ordered a copy of that. Before it arrived, however, I decided that I needed to read the book before rewatching the movie, so I ordered a copy of the novel. I started reading it right away, just a few pages, and somehow (don't remember how) found out that Matthiessen had written a book on Leonard Peltier. That one, which is called In the Spirit of Crazy Horse, was available at the library, and it is in my hot little hands right now. I think it's going to be my next DDR after the AFL book.
I also saw a very nice copy of The Peter Matthiesen Reader at Better World Books for a pittance, so....
I've never taken any kind of mushroom before...excepting the kind you put on a salad. But I've been reading some things, and my interest level finally reached the tipping point, so I stopped in at 502 Hemp (👍👍👍💪) and consulted my friend Rocko about what 🍄 product would be the best choice to blow my mind.
Rocko handed me
After an hour I started feeling that special feeling. I was excited. More than ready to have my 🤯.
I waited.
And waited.
The feeling began to recede.
And then 🐡 it was gone.
Ok. Clearly I'd lowballed it. So the next day I ate the rest, clearly putting me into the WALLS MIGHT MELT category.
After a little while I started to get that special feeling.
I waited.
And waited.
The feeling began to recede.
And then 🐡 it was gone.
Razz a frazzin frickin frackin...that shit cost me $25.
Back to Delta 8 and / or 9 for me.
Not only do I own the whole series of Billy Jack movies...I actually saw the second one (Billy Jack 1971) in the theater. But until ten minutes ago I had no idea that there were Billy Jack novels:
Billy Jack by Frank and Teresa Christina
&
The Trial of Billy Jack by Howard Liebling
Both of them are a bit pricey...upwards of $25 on Amazon...but the latter is available for free at
https://archive.org/details/trialofbillyjack0000howa
Yesiree Bob.
I was reading Maria of Guadalupe by Paul Badde to Jacqueline today and ran across this:
"Spalato is the Italian name for the city of Split, Croatia."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spalato_(disambiguation)
And
is one of my all-time favorite novels.
Thanks, Universe.