Hey, I never promised you would learn anything USEFUL on this blog.
Ridiculous? Fun? Well, that depends on your sense of humor (I know you have one or you would NOT be here), so I can not answer that searing question. Fun is as fun does, I always say.
It's Tuesday today, but it feels like Monday because yesterday was a holiday, so I'm totally off-course (like that cruise ship, but that's another blog).
So, hello, Tuesday and goodbye, Monday (yes, I am reaching, but I need a segueway).
Speaking of farewells, remember the, Goodbye Girl?
Marsha M., as a single-mom and Richard D., as a goofball actor. Loved that movie, but especially the kid.
Remember the kid who didn't like to be called kid? Lucy was her character, but her parental-unit-given-name is, Quinn Cummings.
I realize it is unfair to her (she's all growed up now with a kid of her own) to toss this bit of ancient history out there, but read on and you'll understand. Maybe. Don't count on it though.
As a blogger (I am one if I say so), I find myself trolling for other, more interesting (keep your comments to yourself on that statement) rants and raves and I find them, sometimes. Rarely.
Occasionally, I uncover something particularly worthy, informative, witty or dark-humored.
Enter, Quinn Cummings, and her blog, QC Report.
It's worthy because she seems smart and sassy (she probably would NOT like that term) and she recently wrote a blog that really spoke to me on several levels.
Yeah, it was all about reading a real book, the kind with binding and ink pressed upon actual paper (which is mostly water with a little wood pulp tossed in) that comes from a library (large building housing, um, BOOKS).
Seems her selection was something or other on the sexual history of London. Well, I ADORE that magical city, so she had me at the title (come ON, it WAS only the allure of the city!).
Quinn takes her readers on a humorous adventure as she plots and executes ways to READ the book without exposing her young and curious off-spring, and quite uninteresting-sounding other mothers, to the contents of the tome.
Sexual history in a foggy town? Heavy and compelling subject matter.
So what?
You want heavy and compelling?
Fine. I am here to serve.
That photo of a book resting at the top of this blog? It's the latest book given to me and I stare at it, resting on a table, and keep walking.
Compelling, huh?
The title pretty much sums up how I feel about actually reading that book. Nah, I don't...Give A Frock...about reading it. But, I do like the tone of the title, so I will leave it on the table as inspiration.
Like I Give a Frock, is by some Australian kid who, apparently, also does blogging and has oodles of fans and what-have-yous. It is a small volume (so, forget it being heavy), like Nancy Drew with snap, I suppose.
Honestly, I did thumb through it and read a few reviews and they were similar to what a reviewer could quip about this blog. Some people really DO NOT give a FROCK about the feelings of creative types like the Aussie and myself.
Now, as for Quinn...she would most likely enjoy a rowdy literary conversation with Gaz (if you don't know about him, just move on), or B (see prior parenthesis).
Their current titles, respectively; Biocentrism, and Collapsed. And, simply gazing upon the covers causes me to cringe and I flee the room.
Basically, I do NOT give a frock about them, and as you can clearly see, our Cavi-Girl doesn't give a FLYING (or maybe SLEEPING) FROCK about any book that doesn't taste like chicken (yes, there are flavored books for dogs).
Call me frivolous (I've been called that and worse), but when I want to escape reality via reading material I want to catch a flight to fluff-land. Isn't there enough pain and suffering (I didn't say one word about those KarDASH-DOT-SEMICOLONS) in the world? Do I have to read books about it? Nope, but those around me just have to be intellectual.
Oh, it pains me to say this, the readers of these nerdy-looking books are SMART-ASS-SMART, and would not dream of reading anything trivial. But, they are also fun and sassy, so I tolerate their brains, and boring-ass-looking books.
Collapsed and Biocentrism rumblings aside...that historical read Quinn blogged about could find me dusting off my library card. Yes, I DO have one.
I am fairly certain Gaz would drop Biocentrism like a hot (insert some scientific term, I can't do everything) and read that aloud to me while I sip a cocktail.
B?
Nah. He'd nicely suggest I try to enlighten myself by grabbing the audio version of his book and then return to the deeply-serious pages of a deeply-serious topic. Either that, or recommend I return to the glory-days of reading Carolyn Keene.
Okay then...cocktails and Biocentrism...sounds...magical!
See ya 'round the beaches-real or virtual.
Read me fictionally, The Bainbridges of the Palm Beaches, Barnes & Noble, eBooks!
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