O! McCarthy

The big news this last week was that esteemed author Cormac McCarthy will be appearing on Oprah, since she has chosen The Road, as the book club selection for the next month. What makes this big news isn't just the mere fact that she chose the book, but that McCarthy is insanely hermetic and practically never grants an interview (I think the last one was in 1992). It can be read here, and is pretty lame for the most part, as if the interviewer couldn't get much information so just gives a synopis of McCarthy's work to date.

The Road was an amazing book. Not for the faint of heart, as most his stuff is, and cringing in parts, but a great father/son tale of apocolypse and maybe even redemption?

I make fun of Christy's TIVO habits with Oprah, but I will be front and center for this one, ready for some insights as to what makes this wordsmith tick.

LOST

I’ll burn every bridge that I’ve crossed
To find some beautiful place to get lost
-Elliott Smith

“Crazy people don't think they're getting crazy. They think they're getting saner.”

Pop the popcorn, ice the beverage, set your Tivos. The best hour on television is about to begin again.

A Joyful Sound

Last night as I was upstairs reading I kept hearing these high pitched squeals coming from downstairs. “eeeeeeEEEEEE!!” Christy does that, when she’s happy about something. This would be a good example,

“Hey Christy, wanna go to the Love Sac theater and see a Julia Roberts movie?”

“eeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE!!”

That, of course, was before we thought about what might really happen on the Love Sacs in those theaters.

Her joyful outbursts went on for several minutes before she exclaimed, “I LOVE THIS SHOW!” several times at the top of her lungs. I decided to go down and investigate. It turns out she was watching Fox’s new hit television show "So You Think You Can Dance?" You’ve seen portions of it, I’m sure. Lots of beautiful people popping and locking, pouting their lips into a mirror, and shooting disheveled looks at each other that say You-Got-Served-nah-nah-nahnah-nah!

I had to see what all the fuss was about, so I went downstairs. While the dancers flipped and twirled their way into my wife’s heart, I went into the kitchen to make a Chocolate Oreo milkshake, then sat down to watch a routine or two. One particular dancer, Craig, who could be on the cover of Straight Teeth magazine and the Ensign simultaneously, took the stage without a shirt on. Of course, he is cut and sexy and moves gracefully.

“Man he his hot!,” Christy said. “Look at his body.”

“Yeah, does my stomach look like that?” I tried to say, but I had a mouth full of milkshake.

As Craig danced his last routine shirtless, I could almost hear Christy holding back on the other end of the couch.

“eeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE!!”