This weekend, I read the funniest book I’ve read in a long time.
Good Omens was written by Terry Prachett and Neil Gaiman, and published originally in 1990. I don’t know how I’ve managed to miss this book in the last seventeen years. While reading, I must have interupted ME’s reading about 10 times, just to read to her the funniest of sentences.
It’s the story of the Apocolypse, if the antichrist was an English boy, and his celestial watchers (both angel and demon) didn’t particularly want to fight in the coming Celestial War, and were terribly inept.
It didn’t matter what the four had called their gang over the years, the frequent name changes usually being propted by whatver Adam had happened to have read or viewed the previous day. Everyone else always refered to them darkly as Them, and eventually they did to.
The gang is the Antichrist, and his three friends. His friends, in the end, are what keeps him from starting the armageddon, to the chagrin of the angels and demons alike.
This book is funny in a high-brow, English sarcasm sort of way. So right up my alley. I picked it up because the praise for it likened it to “a direct decendent to the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” (New York Times) , and so far, I have never been let down by choosing books based on reviwers saying they were in the same vein of books I’ve already enjoyed emmensly.
Pretty much, though, I think everyone else should read this book too. Because it’s seriously funny. And how many times can you say you’ve read a funny book about the apocolypse? That’s what I thought.
– “Your Stories, My Alibis, ” Stories and Alibis: Matchbook Romance
This weekend, I read the funniest book I’ve read in a long time.
Good Omens was written by Terry Prachett and Neil Gaiman, and published originally in 1990. I don’t know how I’ve managed to miss this book in the last seventeen years. While reading, I must have interupted ME’s reading about 10 times, just to read to her the funniest of sentences.
It’s the story of the Apocolypse, if the antichrist was an English boy, and his celestial watchers (both angel and demon) didn’t particularly want to fight in the coming Celestial War, and were terribly inept.
It didn’t matter what the four had called their gang over the years, the frequent name changes usually being propted by whatver Adam had happened to have read or viewed the previous day. Everyone else always refered to them darkly as Them, and eventually they did to.
The gang is the Antichrist, and his three friends. His friends, in the end, are what keeps him from starting the armageddon, to the chagrin of the angels and demons alike.
This book is funny in a high-brow, English sarcasm sort of way. So right up my alley. I picked it up because the praise for it likened it to “a direct decendent to the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” (New York Times) , and so far, I have never been let down by choosing books based on reviwers saying they were in the same vein of books I’ve already enjoyed emmensly.
Pretty much, though, I think everyone else should read this book too. Because it’s seriously funny. And how many times can you say you’ve read a funny book about the apocolypse? That’s what I thought.
– “Your Stories, My Alibis, ” Stories and Alibis: Matchbook Romance
Today is K’s birthday, and as Blink-182 once told us, nobody likes you when you’re 23.
Yesterday, she attempted to fling herself out of an airplane. While it was in the air. Unfortunately, the windspeeds at the height she was to jump at was over 110 miles an hour, which is unsafe according to those who decide when jumps can occur. They’ve got a raincheck for this Friday.
She’s wanted to go skydiving since she turned 18, and finally, she found a friend who wanted to go with her. Sorta. He’s a former marine, having served two tours in Iraq. He’s supposed to be a buff guy, willing to take chances. But he’s afraid of heights. When I teased him about it on Saturday, he said “hey, I water plants now.” Because that’s supposed to change things.
Anyway, back to the sister. She’s only 19 months younger than me, which caused a lot of grief for me when we were growing up. She always got things right away that I had to wait for. Looking back, I know that she had to wait too, but it sure didn’t seem like it when I was little.
We didn’t really get along until she was 18. It’s like on her birthday, we had both been give all the “rights” by our parents that they were ever going to give us, and it was pointless to hate her any more.
Although, if we weren’t sisters, I wouldn’t like her to terribly much. She’s a party girl, and wants everyone to love her, even if she doesn’t love everyone. And she’s a heartbreaker. Drunk guys at her parties are always asking me if they have a chance with her. And they don’t.
Notice: If you have to ask if you have a chance with a girl, you don’t. Girls don’t like contemplating what that “chance” is.
K is my favorite sister, which an expecially easy feat, as she’s my only sister. After all, I liked her so much I let her play with my Gameboy on Christmas before I even had a chance to. That’s true love right there, folks.
Anyway, I hope she has a good day. And a happy birthday. And that somehow, people will still like her even though she’s 23. But it’s alright, it’s only a year.
yay! happy birthday k!
– “What’s My Age Again?” Enema of the State: Blink-182
Today is K’s birthday, and as Blink-182 once told us, nobody likes you when you’re 23.
Yesterday, she attempted to fling herself out of an airplane. While it was in the air. Unfortunately, the windspeeds at the height she was to jump at was over 110 miles an hour, which is unsafe according to those who decide when jumps can occur. They’ve got a raincheck for this Friday.
She’s wanted to go skydiving since she turned 18, and finally, she found a friend who wanted to go with her. Sorta. He’s a former marine, having served two tours in Iraq. He’s supposed to be a buff guy, willing to take chances. But he’s afraid of heights. When I teased him about it on Saturday, he said “hey, I water plants now.” Because that’s supposed to change things.
Anyway, back to the sister. She’s only 19 months younger than me, which caused a lot of grief for me when we were growing up. She always got things right away that I had to wait for. Looking back, I know that she had to wait too, but it sure didn’t seem like it when I was little.
We didn’t really get along until she was 18. It’s like on her birthday, we had both been give all the “rights” by our parents that they were ever going to give us, and it was pointless to hate her any more.
Although, if we weren’t sisters, I wouldn’t like her to terribly much. She’s a party girl, and wants everyone to love her, even if she doesn’t love everyone. And she’s a heartbreaker. Drunk guys at her parties are always asking me if they have a chance with her. And they don’t.
Notice: If you have to ask if you have a chance with a girl, you don’t. Girls don’t like contemplating what that “chance” is.
K is my favorite sister, which an expecially easy feat, as she’s my only sister. After all, I liked her so much I let her play with my Gameboy on Christmas before I even had a chance to. That’s true love right there, folks.
Anyway, I hope she has a good day. And a happy birthday. And that somehow, people will still like her even though she’s 23. But it’s alright, it’s only a year.
yay! happy birthday k!
– “What’s My Age Again?” Enema of the State: Blink-182
Only a short list this week; being sick really cuts into my reading time. Also cutting into the reading time? Playing Super Princess Peach on the DS, and watching Pride & Prejudice far too many times than is really healthy. We’ll see what this next week brings.
- A Modest Proposal and Other Satirical Works – Jonathan Swift
- Dubliners – James Joyce
- Good Omens- Terry Prachett & Neil Gaiman
- The Practical Writer: From Inspiration to Publication- Eds. Therese Eiben & Mary Gannon
Only a short list this week; being sick really cuts into my reading time. Also cutting into the reading time? Playing Super Princess Peach on the DS, and watching Pride & Prejudice far too many times than is really healthy. We’ll see what this next week brings.
- A Modest Proposal and Other Satirical Works – Jonathan Swift
- Dubliners – James Joyce
- Good Omens- Terry Prachett & Neil Gaiman
- The Practical Writer: From Inspiration to Publication- Eds. Therese Eiben & Mary Gannon
After an hour long skype conversation with Erin this morning, we both agree that I need to get to Costa Rica for a visit, ASAP.
The problem, though, is that I am super broke. So she said I should ask my friends for the cash. We figured out that for a week’s trip to Costa Rica, I would have to hit up 100 friends for $10 each.
The question is, though, do I have 100 friends who like me enough to give me $10? If you like me enough to send me cash, well, I’ll love you forever. You can send all your cash to my paypal account. And then I’ll go to Costa Rica, and attempt to fill my camera’s memory card with pictures.
I wonder how long it will take to get enough people to donate? Poor Erin, I think she’ll be waiting for my plane for a rather long time.
After an hour long skype conversation with Erin this morning, we both agree that I need to get to Costa Rica for a visit, ASAP.
The problem, though, is that I am super broke. So she said I should ask my friends for the cash. We figured out that for a week’s trip to Costa Rica, I would have to hit up 100 friends for $10 each.
The question is, though, do I have 100 friends who like me enough to give me $10? If you like me enough to send me cash, well, I’ll love you forever. You can send all your cash to my paypal account. And then I’ll go to Costa Rica, and attempt to fill my camera’s memory card with pictures.
I wonder how long it will take to get enough people to donate? Poor Erin, I think she’ll be waiting for my plane for a rather long time.
Lovely, how it’s Friday again.
I’ve been waiting all week for this day, if only because I know that tomorrow I get to sleep in. I’m still a bit sicky–I stayed home from school again, even though I went to work. I’m really tired of feeling like my eardrums are trying to rub up on one another.
Anyway, got my webcam last night, so of course it means a new vidcast. I’m shooting for one a week now, since it’s literally like minutes from when I shoot it to when I upload it. Which is just awesome for my quick and dirty lifesyle.
So, that’s it. I’m looking forward to the weekend, unless it brings me an earache, and then I’ll be very very bitter.
– “Endlessly, She Said,” Decemberunderground: AFI
Lovely, how it’s Friday again.
I’ve been waiting all week for this day, if only because I know that tomorrow I get to sleep in. I’m still a bit sicky–I stayed home from school again, even though I went to work. I’m really tired of feeling like my eardrums are trying to rub up on one another.
Anyway, got my webcam last night, so of course it means a new vidcast. I’m shooting for one a week now, since it’s literally like minutes from when I shoot it to when I upload it. Which is just awesome for my quick and dirty lifesyle.
So, that’s it. I’m looking forward to the weekend, unless it brings me an earache, and then I’ll be very very bitter.
– “Endlessly, She Said,” Decemberunderground: AFI
