The Alchymest and The Magician by Michael Scott

a little light winter reading. third in the series has yet to be written and i will have consumed mass quantities of books before we see the third one but there are so many to wait on! let’s see:

  • sequel to The Hunger Games
  • Maria Snyder’s glass series
  • diana gabaldon’s next in the Outlander series
  • the prequel and sequel to The Graceling

and others i can’t think of b/c work stuff keeps getting in the way.

The Wireless Foundation - Amber Alert Txt

our office has about 15 cell phones that we aren’t using. i went on a researching mission and found The Wireless Foundation. they have some pretty good ways to reuse these phones and i’m tired of them being at my desk, in the way and collecting dust.

another thing i discovered thru this foundation was getting Amber Alerts on my cell phone. go here to sign up so maybe you can save a child.

now i get to spend the rest of the day removing personal/company information from all of these phones and tracking down all the cords and chargers that goes with them!

The Hunger Games

If you haven’t heard of this yet, stop what you are doing and go get it now. I opened the book and read it in one sitting and have forced…um, recommended it to several friends who have done the same.

the best part of the book is that it’s the first of three!

September 12, 2008

Stephen King finds a new YA novel as scarily addictive as his favorite arcade game.

The Hunger Games

As negative Utopias go, Suzanne Collins has created a dilly. The United States is gone. North America has become Panem, a TV-dominated dictatorship run from a city called the Capitol. The rest of Panem is divided into 12 Districts (the former 13th had the bad judgment to revolt and no longer exists). The yearly highlight in this nightmare world is the Hunger Games, a bloodthirsty reality TV show in which 24 teenagers chosen by lottery two from each District fight each other in a desolate environment called the ”arena.” The winner gets a life of ease; the losers get death. The only ”unspoken rule” is that you can’t eat the dead contestants. Let’s see the makers of the movie version try to get a PG-13 on this baby.

Our heroine is Katniss Everdeen (lame name, cool kid), a resident of District 12, which used to be Appalachia. She lives in a desperately poor mining community called the Seam, and when her little sister’s name is chosen as one of the contestants in the upcoming Hunger Games, Katniss volunteers to take her place. A gutsy decision, given the fact that District 12 hasn’t produced a Hunger Games winner in 30 years or so, making them the Chicago Cubs of the postapocalypse world. Complicating her already desperate situation is her growing affection for the other District 12 contestant, a clueless baker’s son named Peeta Mellark. Further complicating her situation is her sorta-crush on her 18-year-old hunting partner, Gale. Gale isn’t clueless; Gale is smoldering. Says so right on page 14.

The love triangle is fairly standard teen-read stuff; what 16-year-old girl wouldn’t like to have two interesting guys to choose from? The rest of The Hunger Games, however, is a violent, jarring speed-rap of a novel that generates nearly constant suspense and may also generate a fair amount of controversy. I couldn’t stop reading, and once I got over the main character’s name (Gale calls her Catnip ugh), I got to like her a lot. And although ”young adult novel” is a dumbbell term I put right up there with ”jumbo shrimp” and ”airline food” in the oxymoron sweepstakes, how many novels so categorized feature one character stung to death by monster wasps and another more or less eaten alive by mutant werewolves? I say more or less because Katniss, a bow-and-arrow Annie Oakley, puts the poor kid out of his misery before the werewolves can get to the prime cuts.

Collins is an efficient no-nonsense prose stylist with a pleasantly dry sense of humor. Reading The Hunger Games is as addictive (and as violently simple) as playing one of those shoot-it-if-it-moves videogames in the lobby of the local eightplex; you know it’s not real, but you keep plugging in quarters anyway. Balancing off the efficiency are displays of authorial laziness that kids will accept more readily than adults. When Katniss needs burn cream or medicine for Peeta, whom she more or less babysits during the second half of the book, the stuff floats down from the sky on silver parachutes. And although the bloody action in the arena is televised by multiple cameras, Collins never mentions Katniss seeing one. Also, readers of Battle Royale (by Koushun Takami), The Running Man, or The Long Walk (those latter two by some guy named Bachman) will quickly realize they have visited these TV badlands before.

But since this is the first novel of a projected trilogy, it seems to me that the essential question is whether or not readers will care enough to stick around and find out what comes next for Katniss. I know I will. But then, I also have a habit of playing Time Crisis until all my quarters are gone. B –Entertainment Weekly

it’s a sleepy monday

it was really hard to get out of bed this morning after this weekend. friday night, the fam and i went to ruth’s chris steakhouse for dinner and we ate ourselves silly. little lilly was there and drew attention from tables about 20ft from us as well as waiters who didn’t belong to us. she’s just that good a baby. no fussing or throwing or spitting up stuff. of course, i think my family is more annoying than a baby in a restaurant. we laugh so much it’s ridiculous.

for instance, lilly can play peek-a-boo. she holds her burp cloth and raises it above her head (even if it’s not covering her face, hands-up equals hiding) and we all say “where’s lilly” and when she puts her hands down we all say “there she is” and she laughs….we do this over and over and over. all of us. and if you watch, you can see the other restaurant ppl watching and giggling too.

we are annoying.

i ran thru several books this weekend. none worth mentioning. now i need to take a trip to the bookstore. i love the bookstore. i love the way it smells. it’s comforting. i could spend hours there and have. i tend to spend too much money at book stores. but i don’t buy clothes often and i haven’t bought a new pair of shoes for myself in at least five years. it balances out.

after sitting in meetings all morning long (in a conference room that had no air conditioning), everyone is sleepy. if they aren’t in meetings, they aren’t talking much. myself, i haven’t talked to anyone since the mtg and can’t think of five words to string together to make a conversation. as you can see here b/c this post is making no sense.

one of the blogs i read had that up and it was funny. ‘just a bean tryin to get some sleep’ great line.

have a great monday afternoon

Quantum Solace on YouTube

Watch movie here

i actually started watching this at work. or at least the first ten minutes. hated the theme song. and that’s sad to me b/c they used to be so good. i miss the women jumping around and getting shot out of guns too.

it’s the end of the day, i’m another day older

today wasn’t so bad. no life crisis or over self-evaluating. the office is fairly empty today and that’s nice b/c i can sit and move slowly about my work w/o lots of questions or interruptions. my sister took me to lunch and my little niece and i said ‘mamamamamama’ to each other for an hour.

lilly baby smiles are the perfect feel good cure for anything that’s got you down. and even if you’re not down, it’s like you can store up the good feelings and save them for later.

birthdays and baby smiles :) that could be the title of a country song. or an after school special

happy birthday to me

i hate macs

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33 tomorrow

birthdays. usually i get excited or at least moderately happy about birthdays. even mine. but this year, not so much. i’m perfectly willing to watch it go by w/o saying hello and i’m not sure why. it could be that i’m tired. it could be that i’m tired and i feel like 33 yrs has amounted to a whole lot of nothing. i mean, i work with computers. i contribute nothing to anything that is worthwhile. i absorb all of the wonderful things that other people have achieved in their lives such as books, movies, arts, but i give nothing back.

at least nothing that anyone outside my wee circle of friends will ever know about. the kicker is that i’m not ambitious. i don’t need The Career and moreover i don’t want one. i am content to live and enjoy and participate and love without killing myself with ambition. some people hate that about me. that i’m content. too even keel, laid back…don’t move too fast or you’ll scare the jack rabbit.

but that’s me. i observe. i notice. i listen to what my friends are saying and i can hear what they aren’t saying, what they want to say but can’t, what they feel but can’t voice and when they are trying to be brave or stubborn. i listen. it’s the one thing i’m very good at. the one thing i never have to put any energy into b/c i simply care about what that person is saying and i care about that person. i know when they need to talk and when they need to be pushed or comforted.

i have no idea where i’m going with this. it was bothering me last night and wouldn’t let me sleep.

i need to mean something to someone. and i need to know they need me w/o their saying so.

well, now i’m just hungry.

this is just scary

There is hope…

The world’s largest man gets married. on a bed. with wheels.