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From the Publisher

"Can you resist the allure of Edward's myriad charms-his ocher eyes and tousled hair, the cadence of his speech, his chiseled alabasterskin, and his gratuitous charm? Will you hunt surreptitiously and tolerate the ceaseless deluge in Forks to evade the sun and uphold thefacade? Join Edward and Bella as you learn more than 600 vocabulary words to improve your score on the *SAT, ACT®, GED®, and SSAT® exams!"
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Book: I Love You, Beth Cooper
Author: Larry Doyle
In two words: surprisingly funny.

In a few more words: Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Isn't I Love You, Beth Cooper the name of that predictable-looking high school rom-com staring some curly-haired kid and that chick from Heroes?

The short answer is: yes, and that's largely why I was reluctant to read the book. But after hearing several proclamations of its hilariousity and that its author, Larry Doyle, used to write for The Simpsons, I was curious to say the least. So I put down some $ and picked up the trade paperback in its original cover's cartoonish glory, and am I glad I did.

The story is pretty much what the title advertises: nerdy valedictorian and otherwise person non-grata in high school Denis Cooverman announces he's in love with head cheerleader Beth Cooper during his graduation speech (which also contains other revelations about the school populace until he's forcibly silenced). Then comes the fallout in the muscle-bound package of Beth's giant army boyfriend, his goons and some fun random violence. Rich, Denis' film-buff of a best friend, serves as an amicable sidekick in the adventure along with Beth's friends. It's funny, smart and dare I say refreshing for the kind of novel in this genre. I probably won't be seeing the movie but the book is worth picking up if you like your humor with the occasional dose of violence, bodily fluids and towel-snapping. (And you know you do. Don't lie.)
GW

Book: The Girl Who Played With Fire
Author: Stieg Larsson
In a word: fiery. (Heh.)

In more words: A worthy sequel to a great book.

If you aren't acquainted with the world Stieg Larsson created in The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, here's some things you need to know:
- it's a little violent,
- it's a little graphic, and
- it's very Swedish.

On the surface, The Girl Who Played With Fire is a suspenseful page-turner and murder mystery much like its predecessor; the difference is that the murder in question has a deeply personal connection to the unpredictable protagonist Lisbeth Salander. (Readers of Larsson's first novel will note that while Lisbeth played a starring role among its cast, the mystery introduced revolved more around the trials of journalist Mikael Blomkvist.) The case at hand occurs when two investigators looking into the sex trafficking trade in Sweden are found murdered in their apartment with Lisbeth's fingerprints on the weapon used. While Blomkvist works to clear her name, Lisbeth is forced to face the brutal past responsible for shaping her character. And though her stubbornness grates at times, I can appreciate a ruthless heroine who refuses to whimper and back into a corner when faced with a dangerous situation and wait for a knight in shining armor to glitter her way to freedom.

Other players in this novel include Mikael Blomkvist, the journalist who believes Lisbeth innocent, unconventional supporters of Lisbeth including boxer Paolo Roberto (one of my favorite characters in the story) and her former boss Dragan Armansky, diabolical creeps such as Bjurman, the so-called guardian Lisbeth was assigned to after being determined mentally "incompetent" (readers of the first novel will recognize him with disgust), members of the Swedish police force who have extremely polarizing attitudes to the case at hand, corrupt politicians and the ambiguous Zala, who holds the key to this mystery.

In this novel, Larsson attacks the sex trafficking industry, political corruption and the harsh reality of sexism in society with great gutso. While this novel doesn't boast quite as much graphic imagery as his previous one, he still has an important story to tell that makes you think. Published posthumously, readers have one more title to look forward to from Larsson after this and I for one will be first in line when it hits the shelves.
GW
Books: The Kite Runner and A Thousand Splendid Suns
Author: Khaled Hosseini

In a word: Mesmerizing.

In a few more words:
Evocative. Compelling. Illuminating. Yes, I stole these words from the back cover of these books but they definitely apply to each!

First on the docket: The Kite Runner
I'd often heard of this book in the past but it wasn't until my friend suggested I read it that I actually went out of my way to pick it up - and I'm glad I did. In its core, The Kite Runner deals with the subject of atonement and the complexities of friendship between two people of different class and character. There isn't much more that I can say about the book that hasn't been said by a billion reviewers already; instead, let me just agree with the accolades it's been given. The story has characters that you feel for, and it's ending is both heartbreaking and optimistic at the same time. Great read.

Next on the docket: A Thousand Splendid Suns
With high expectations, I picked up Hosseini's sophomore debut not longer after finishing The Kite Runner. I can safely say that those expectations were exceeded. To quote the Washington Post: "In case you're wondering whether [A Thousand Splendid Suns] is as good as The Kite Runner, here's the answer: no. It's better."

This novel tells the story of two different women from very different circumstances who find themselves in the same precarious situation, and how they progress to allies. The changing political climate of Afghanistan serves as the backdrop for the events in the book, putting faces and depth behind the headlines in the news. Instead of adopting a linear timeline like The Kite Runner, this book moves between the women to tell their individual stories and allow them to give their own perspectives. This isn't just a great read, it's an important one as well.
GW
- Twilight trading cards
- Twilight keychains
- Twilight backpacks
- Twilight messenger bags
- Twilight door hangers
- Twilight magnets
- Twilight buttons
- Twilight bookmarks
- Twilight stickers
- Twilight posters
- Twilight boxed sets
- Twilight board games
- Twilight movie companion books
- Twilight cast member biographies
- Republished copies of Wuthering Heights that have been Twilight-ified and marketed as "Bella and Edward's favorite book"
- Actual copies of Twilight
But most of all...
- Customers who buy all of the above items.
Sigh.
GW
Yup, it's been a while since my last post. Why, you ask? I was on an international voyage on the behalf of a classified spy agency from which I just returned. During my precarious trip, I was tasked with infiltrating the dark underbelly of some of the world's most secret and deadly organizations. After beating back the dark forces of corruption and evil, I fought to return home while in possession of my memories, which I so narrowly escaped with.

Either that or I've been working and lazy.

Things I've done this month (not part of my action-packed adventures in espionage, of course):

I went to see the Lion King (from Broadway Across Canada) live, finally, and let me say it was an amazing experience. From the beginning, I got chills and they sure were multiplyin'! (Yes, I know, I should drop out of school and go into stand-up comedy.) Kidding aside, the costumes, the music, the performances...everything was pitch-perfect and I can only imagine how much work must've gone into getting the production just right. Absolutely beautiful. I would be hard pressed to find a "favorite" thing about it but I loved the actor/puppeteer who played Zazu, he captured everything that made the character great in the original cartoon.

On the 18th, I got the opportunity to see the Arkells and Pilot Speed live in concert outdoors. I use the word "opportunity" on purpose because I didn't actually get to see Pilot Speed...rather, I was band-blocked by a tornado warning that came after the Arkells performed a decent but slightly hard to understand set. Within seconds the sky went black, gravel went flying, benches blew over, people were running and yelling...it was tumultuous to say the least, but as the naive storm-goer I am, it was a tad exciting. If you've ever wondered what a carnival looks like after it's been shut down, wonder no longer for I can tell you that (dun dun DUN): it's vaguely unsettling.

A few days after that debacle, I saw Marianas Trench live in what was a pretty good show, save for a few thousand screaming fangirls. In doing so I got rather beat up (been a while since I've been in a mosh pit, and hot damn are those fourteen year-olds vicious!) but it wasn't for naught as my friend and I managed to shove my way up to the fourth row of people. They had great energy and easygoing banter, plus played all my favorite songs of theirs (Celebrity Status, Shake Tramp, Cross My Heart). One moment I wish I photographed was where one girl excitedly threw her bra onstage, only to have misjudged the distance and have it land in some poor guy's face. Stereos of MTV fame opened up for them...not terrible but not exceptionally memorable to me. I would've looked on their performance more favorably were it not for the attempted crotch-grabs made by the lead singer, but it looks like my opinion is of the minority since they have a huge following.

Lastly, I read some good - no, scratch that - great books. More on those later. In the meantime, I'll finish off this supremely long catch-up post with a video: MUTO, a creepy and crazy and ultimately awesome street-art inspired video recommended to me by a coworker a while ago.

GW
Been reading up a storm as of late! As such, I don't have much time to blog in-depth about the recent books I've read so these mini-reviews will have to do...

The Catcher In The Rye - J. D. Salinger
Not much to say other than it's a tight read and a classic, starring a protagonist who I found to be both maddening and hilarious. I regret not reading it sooner.

When You Are Engulfed In Flames - David Sedaris
I laughed, though not as much as I was expecting to, this being my first David Sedaris book - that is, until I watched him read some of his essays on YouTube (which I recommend to anyone who hasn't done so before) - then I "got it", so to speak. Great voice, and I mean that both literarily and figuratively. Looking forward to reading some of his earlier works.

Outlander - Diana Gabaldon
Epic, immersing and possibly the fastest 850 (!) pages I've ever read. Perhaps a tad overhyped - it takes a little while for things to get moving - but just a tad, and as it heads to the end it picks up quite spectacularly. Interesting characters (which include a dashing leading man); fun escapism.

Your Heart Belongs To Me - Dean Koontz
Thankfully I borrowed this book from the library so the only thing I wasted on it was my time. After stacking a bajillion of Mr. Koontz's books in the "Horror" section of the bookstore I work at next to all the Stephen King's, I decided to check out this chap's apparent "bestselling" title since I hadn't heard much of him before. Maybe I just don't agree with his writing style, but it was disappointing and about as scary as a pencil to boot. *

*Note that some pencils can in fact be quite frightening. It may be more suitable to change the word "pencil" to "eraser" as those are relatively harmless.
GW


I know I didn't, so I made this guy from a wooden hobby kit I got for $1. Not too shabby methinks! His name is Ralph.

GW

"You go ahead and take your money. We don't want your money. Just the bank's." - John Dillinger to a bank customer who accidently left his money at the bank counter during one of their stickups (p. 187)

Book:Public Enemies: America's Greatest Crime Wave and the Birth of the FBI, 1933-34
Author: Bryan Burrough
My review at-a-glance: Gunfights. Robberies. High-speed chases. Sprawling pursuits. And best of all: it actually happened.

The 1930s were a different time.

To this revelation you might have the following reaction: no duh. First off, there was this little thing the Great Depression. People were also overly fond of wearing fedoras. Computers didn't exist and $100 went a much longer way than it would now. But what isn't quite as well known are the stories of the "Public Enemies" during the 1930s and how their existence brought the FBI its power.

The cast of people involved in this complex web was nothing short of larger than life. In the forefront was John Dillinger, the charismatic "Robin Hood"-esque bank robber who managed to capture the public eye and, at least to some extent, the public's sympathy. Pretty Boy Floyd, another bank robber and an associate of Dillinger's, who was suspected of being involved in the Kansas City Massacre (of who's perpetrators remain officially "unknown.") Baby Face Nelson, the reckless, temperamental criminal who never thought twice of killing those whom he thought were in his way. Alvin Karpis, a member of the Barker-Karpis Gang and the "last man standing" amongst all his peers. And Bonnie and Clyde, whose romanticized Hollywood characterization deviates considerably from the true story behind their infamy.

In the early 1930s, the FBI was virtually unknown to the public and the onset of the Public Enemies' exploits pushed several members of this federal organization to the forefront. Burrough introduces us to them also, focusing on the roles of John Hoover, Melvin Purvis and Samuel Cowley. Little sympathy is reserved for Hoover, the first Director of the FBI, which is more than within reason if the characterization of him holds true. Additionally, Purvis' many blunders are detailed and Cowley's understated role in ending the "War On Crime" is reviewed.

Of course, the list doesn't end there. Many other "Public Enemies" fill out the real-life cast, as well as players on the FBI and various state police departments. Billie Frechette, Dillinger's girlfriend, and Ana Sage a.k.a. the "Lady In Red" are just two supporting characters important to the events that transpired. Burrough leaves no stone unturned in his investigation, which quenches one's desire for detail while making this a relatively long read - a trade off, perhaps - but a necessary one.

Personally, though I'm not a big fan of history and found it challenging to get all the characters and their paths straight at first, I found this book fascinating for the simple fact that all of this really happened. From the criminal masterminds involved and their escapades to the evolution of the FBI (which was much more tumultuous than you'd expect), it comes as no surprise to me that this was taken to be the stuff of a blockbuster movie - one which I fully intend to see (and especially look forward to watching the scene of an ingenious prison escape - for which I won't delve into, again at the risk of spoiling things). I shall end this long-winded review (I apologize!) with a Dillinger quote:

"I'm an expert in my business; I can play tag with the police any time."

GW
Tired, I am now
Tomorrow, work I will start
Books everywhere. Ahh!
GW
GW

As mentioned in my last blog entry, I recently got to see Coldplay during their Viva La Vida tour (with Snow Patrol and Howling Bells), and dare I say it was one of the best shows I've ever been to.

I knew nothing of the Howling Bells before that evening so I wasn't sure what to expect. Lots of bells in their music, perhaps, or maybe a shocker revelation that one of their members was part werewolf. (Get it? Werewolves? Howling? Howling Bells...oh, nevermind.) To my surprise, neither were incorporated into their music - rather, their sound was like a dance-y hybrid of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Metric. All in all, an appropriate opener act (from Australia, no less).

Next to take the stage was Snow Patrol.
Excuse me for a moment.
*I LOVE SNOW PATROL!*

Ahem.
Now that's out of the way, here's some information that might surprise you: I happen to be a fan of Snow Patrol. Having seen them perform once before, I had high expectations - Gary Lightbody has a fantastic voice - and those expectations were met, perhaps exceeded. Not much new material was played; they stuck to old favorites such as "Open Your Eyes" and "Chasing Cars" from Eyes Open, and to my delight they played perennial favorite "Run" from their album Final Straw. The new songs they did play were "Crack The Shutters" and "If There's A Rocket Tie Me To It", two of my favorites from A Hundred Milion Suns. If you ever have the chance to see them perform live, take it.


While prepping the stage between acts, this fellow with a broom started to breakdance.
Yeah, I know. Awesome.

When the main attraction of the night, Coldplay, took the stage, it was nothing short of spectacular. Now let me say this: I LOVE COLDPLAY. To me, the mark of an excellent concert is being able to immediately forget about the time, work, stress...whatever was on your mind the second before...and just feel totally immersed in the music. That's the corniest thing I'll probably ever write on this blog, but I honestly believe it to be true, and it happened as soon as they took the stage with "Life In Technicolor."

One thing that I shouldn't have been surprised by (but was anyways) was Chris Martin's incredible showmanship. He was funny, engaging and pulled surprising athletics; he ran all over the stage, threw himself on the floor several times and twirled an umbrella for "Lovers In Japan", among other things. The band sung about Wayne Gretzky and Michael J. Fox, asked everyone to do a "cell phone wave" and even rewarded those with bad seats on the other side of the arena by running over to their area for an acoustic serenade which included "Green Eyes". They also did a great cover of Smashmouth's "I'm A Believer", leading to some great banter amongst themselves with Chris asking each member "If you're in love, sing oooh-oooh" before launching into the up-tempo chorus.

The stage pyrotechnics left nothing to be desired; nearly every song had an accompanying light show. Of special note was "Yellow", whereupon a bajillion yellow balls descended from the ceiling as it started (and several bandmates popped a few). Cannons shot out paper butterflies into the arena, and the band members' faces were reflected in ceiling-mounted screens.

That is to take nothing away from when the band stripped it down, however, which provided some very memorable moments. For instance, Chris Martin introduced their piano-only rendition of "The Hardest Part" by saying he originally called it the "solo" section of the concert, landing him in hot water with Will C who provided the vocal harmonies. (Paraphrasing: "please cheer for him so he doesn't leave the band".) And so cheer we did - and the performance was fantastic. Audio of this can be found here: http://www.coldplay.com/newsdetail.php?id=428

Of the top of my head, other songs they played which I loved included "Fix You", "Strawberry Swing"and "Death And All His Friends". The show ended, in my opinion, much too soon, though the blow was softened by a terrific encore consisting of "The Scientist" and "Life In Technicolor II".

Last but not least, they say a picture is worth a thousand words so here's an essay:


GW
Just went to see the Howling Bells, Snow Patrol and Coldplay in concert yesterday and had my mind blown. Will throw out a decent post about the amazing show tomorrow after some sleep - but in the meantime, here is one of my new favorites from Snow Patrol called "Crack The Shutters" on their new album A Hundred Million Suns.

GW

"Allow me to explain. My name is John Hodgman; you live on the planet Earth; and everything is going to be fine."

Book I've read: More Information Than You Require
Author: John Hodgman (aka. The PC Guy)
My one-sentence-review: Funny, weird and random - not necessarily in that order.

My more-than-one-sentence review: A compilation of fake trivia and facts, More Information Than You Require is the sequel to Hodgman's first book, The Areas of My Expertise. Covering everything from politics (including a handy list of which former presidents had a hook for a hand) to the exploits of mole-men ("the race of humanoids who live in the complex warren of tunnels and vast caverns beneath the earth"), I mostly enjoyed reading the musings of a bespectacled, self-dubbed "famous minor television personality".

However, this review has a but. I enjoyed the book, but it took me a long time to get through it; there's a lot of randomness crammed inside. I enjoyed Hodgman's brand of humor (and his appearances on The Daily Show to boot) though, so I might still give its predecessor a try. In any case, dear reader, I've extracted the bits I found funniest and posted them here for your viewing pleasure.

A few things I have learned from this book:
-Exterminators never enter Yoko Ono's appartment. (page 343)
-When playing poker, if your opponent's face turns red, he is either ashamed of a weak hand or ready to mate. (page 388)
-In 1650, it was discovered that René Descartes was an android (or "un homme synthetique") and a Blade Runner was sent after him. (page 415)
-"The first French astronauts were snails and songbirds. When these various animals fell back to earth, the fiery reentry certainly made them delicious" (page 454)

On rats from How To Deal With Common Infestations:
"Unlike mice, rats are never cute. Do not listen to the Goth kid at the pet store. They are not nuturing parents or devoted companions. They are disgusting wingless pigeons that sleep in your toilet and give you the plague. You must kill them all. Do it with fire." (page 345)

From How To Remember Any Name, Especially The Name "John Hodgman":
"If you did not catch your companion's name, try calling them "PHIL". You may be surprised to learn that, statistically speaking, most people are named Phil. Even women. So it's worth a shot." (page 350)

From Possible Contacts With Alien Life:
-"In 1984, I went to see the movie Dune, and a girl spoke to me. I realize this seems impossible. But it is absolutely true." (page 465)

From Speaking Of Parasites, How Do I protect My Child From The Scourge of Head Lice?:
"There's really very little you can do. Getting head lice is a rite of passage among the young, like being kidnapped by pirates." (page 487)
"Hello, children. Stop fidgeting. I bet you thought you were alone in your body, but did you know that you have billions of microscopic and not-so-microscopic organisms living inside your body right this very moment?
Now, that may sound gross to you, and you'd be right: It's disgusting." (page 487)

Some days in history:
-July 3, 1983 - Newton, MA: The first suburban white child breakdances. (page 487)
-September 7, 1936 - Tasmania - After the success of the Tasmanian Devil, the Tasmanian government attempted to rebrand many of its native species as ferocious and uncrontrollable...[one was] the Tasmanian Wallaby of Infinite Danger. (page 553)

From What To Expect While Serving As A Juror:
"Once Sam Waterston has called all his witnesses and finished making his case, he will put his clothes back on." (page 499)

From The Mole-Men: Are They The New Hoboes?:
"Despite the conspiracy theories you may have read, the mole-men have never interbred with the British royal family or the Bush dynasty with the goal of infiltrating the highest reaches of government...you are thinking of the Belgians." (page 512)

From Some Lists I Confess To Compiling:
"Were you aware you could hit someone with a crocodile? It is so!" (page 564)

And last but not least, from 700 Mole-Man Names:
#670: Miss Centipeda Shroomsniffer
GW


(First off, I am terribly un-photogenic, so were this question addressed to me, my answer would be no.)

The story behind this case is actually quite simple, enough so that I don't feel it necessary to give a whimsical rendition of it in third person. It goes as this:

Once upon a time, there was a camera name Kodak. It was a rebellious camera, one that came from the wrong side of the tracks--

Oops. Let's try that again.

I once had a camera. It was this Kodak monstrosity - simple to use but not much else.
In the middle of transferring pictures from it to my computer one day, it decided to up and die.
After a brief moment of silence, I bought a new one - a lovely blue Lumix, on the advice of a friend.
It needed a case, so I made one.
The end.

That's better :)

Project details: This was made in 5 pieces (front + back + sides x2 + base); thinking I could get away with doing less work, I actually made a first case using just 2 (front + back), but it ended up looking terrible. It doesn't pay to be lazy, kids!
I used two fabrics: the outer is cotton with a random blue/green flower motif and it's lined with flannel (it's not visible in the above pics, but it's actually a Christmas-themed flannel: white with red snowflakes!). I gave it a velcro closure; the oversized stud is just there for decoration. Fits my Lumix a little snug but it's bearable. I'm not quite satisfied with the bottom seams but I guess I'll live.

Just for kicks, here's a "making-of" pic:


PS: Don't worry, I just used the black thread to "tack" the pieces together; it was promptly removed after everything was sewn up. (I hope that's the right terminology and not something I just made up.)
GW
As a three-person ensemble from Britain playing to the "piano rock" genre, Keane is one of my favorite bands. Discovering them during their first SNL appearance several years ago, I was hooked when I heard the first chords of "Somewhere Only We Know" and sought out their album Hopes and Fears without second thought. To this day, it's still my favorite album of theirs - perfect "chill out and reminisce" music with gorgeous melodies.

Their new album Perfect Symmetry debuted to controversy since it marked a pretty big departure from their old sound. And I'm not gonna lie, I wasn't crazy about it at first - it took a little longer to register that it was Keane I was hearing - but after a few listens I found myself coming back to it regularly and now, with the exception of one or two tracks, it's really grown on me. Here is one of the songs I'm liking from their new album, "The Lovers Are Losing":

And here is "Somewhere Only We Know" from their first album:
GW

Once upon a time, there was a little MP3 player named Sansa H. Clip. Ever since he was born as a microchip, he dreamt of living in a little house and being listened to. He worked hard to achieve his goals, developing an FM tuner and little screen to display song titles for himself, and soon his work was rewarded when he was purchased one day at Future Shop. 

However, all was not well. Sansa's dream of living in a house went unfulfilled, and he went into a deep depression. His owner tried to cure him by giving him a small cardboard shelter which (was formerly a box of gum), but this box was crushed during one of the owner's daily LRT rides to school. Sansa became even sadder, withdrawing into himself until he wouldn't work completely to the chagrin of his owner.  

"*&%$!" she would say in frustration, vowing to throw out Sansa and return to iPod von Shuffle for her music-listening needs. However, after consulting with her good friend Dr. Google, she discovered how to reset poor Sansa and he became operational once more. Not wanting to see Sansa in such a state ever again, his owner decided to fashion Sansa a real home.

After days of searching the confectionary isle of grocery stores while ignoring the stares of other shoppers, Sansa's owner spotted a lovely plastic container of mints. She purchased the container, emptied it and got to work. Soon she had fashioned a home for little Sansa - a durable home, which was capable of withstanding being mashed by passengers on the LRT - and Sansa was happy at last.

Project details/how I made this bad boy:
All in all, it was a pretty simple operation. I took a plastic mint container with a detachable lid (the slot I used to insert headphones in was where the mints were dispensed from) and lined it with black felt on the sides/bottom. Originally, I wanted to use a metal hinge to keep the lid and box attached, but since I had none on-hand I made a faux back "hinge" with scrap jersey fabric. (You can't see this in the pictures.) My only gripe is that it's not quite wide enough to hold my Sansa with the clip attached - but for a $1.49 case, I'm pretty satisfied. 
GW
If you haven't heard of Australian singer-songwriter Lenka, trust me - you're missing out. Her sound is unashamedly pop, but juxtaposed with brass instruments and paired with lyrics more meaningful than those in your average top 40 fare. Best of all, listening to her music makes me happy - it's that infectious :) Here's her most recognizable single, The Show:



And another of my favorites, Knock Knock:


Last but not least, about a month ago I had the privilege of seeing her perform live. Here is probably one of my favorite moments of that night - her a cappella version of Like A Song, one of her more melancholy songs, proved to be nothing short of amazing.

GW

Welcome to my blog!

By some miracle of the Internet(s) you have arrived here and, if you're still reading this, you haven't left yet. So thanks!

Now, you may have one of the following questions:
  • What is this blog about?
  • Why should I continue reading?
  • Who are you?
  • How do I fend off a shark attack?
  • Is he just not that into me?

Fear not, dear reader, for the answers to these questions shall be revealed below.

Q. Who are you?
A. I am a person. As such, this means I have (2) arms, (2) hands, (2) feet, (1) head (though this is a subject of frequent debate) and (1) torso, amongst other body parts. This also means that I am not robot. Unfortunately, I do not possess any superpowers. Other facts? I am female (given the template of this blog, I hope this does not surprise you), a lover of music, a hater of blinking-eye dolls (those things are creepy!) and a closet krumper.

Q. Oookay, weirdo. What is this blog about?
A. I'll take that as a compliment. This blog will host an amalgamation of my random thoughts, projects, news/music findings and nifty things. I make things sometimes, so I'll post them here when I do. I also read when I can, so I'll post book reviews along the way.

Q. Are you a poet and just don't know it?
A. See for yourself!

Roses are red, on them money I've spent
My fave TV show's Arrested Development.

Carrots are orange, grapefruits are pink
I hope it's not obvious that my poetry stinks.

Q. Wow, that stunk. I clearly see that you are not, in fact, a poet. Can you at least tell me how to fend off a shark attack?
A. 1) Defend your back from the shark.
2) Hit the shark on the side of the head.
3) Hit the end of the shark's nose.
4) Shove your hand in its gills.
5) Jab the shark in the eye, preferably with something sharp.
6) Escape and treat any wounds immediately.

Q. Wow! What legitimate-sounding advice? Have you fought off sharks before?
A. Sadly, no. I came by this information in Show Me How: 500 Things You Should Know by Derek Fagerstrom and Lauren Smith. This book is now the bane of my existence. (Well not really, but I always wanted to say that about something.)

Q. I need some life advice - is he just not that into me?
A. Yes.

Q. How do you know?
A. Well, if you have to ask...

Q. Now that you've given me that bad news, why should I continue reading?
A. You shouldn't. Turn off the computer, it's a beautiful day outside. Go on, get out there!

Still reading? Well then you obviously have the answer to that question :)