Legend of the Fault in Twin Dance with Mercedes

Since school has ended for me, I have become somewhat ensconced in random areas of popular culture.zelda

I’ve been playing Legend of Zelda because why not? I’m a grown ass woman, why would I not spend huge chunks of my time maneuvering an androgynous little person around obstacles, getting pissed and hacking at monsters and saving pearls to place in certain spots and …other such. WHY NOT?

200px-The_Fault_in_Our_StarsI also fell prey to the lure of angsty young adult literature and I read The Fault in Our Stars. I read it and then I saw the movie. I didn’t hate it, even though the way those teenagers spoke and interacted was completely unrealistic and the way Augustus kept forcing the whole “Hazel Grace” thing was a bit much. I did what I was supposed to – I dragged my husband and I wept tiny ladylike tears.

In answer and maybe even as penance for the whole YA angsty participation, I am working on finishing the last available installment in the Song of Ice and Fire series. Blood and guts and boobs and incest and dragons. All the necessary ingredients.ADWD US New

NOT TO MENTION TWIN PEAKS.

How have I missed out on Twin Peaks? How have I avoided spoilers for these last 20 years?

Regardless, Josh and I have embarked on the journey of slowly binge watching all about Laura Palmer and Bob and Agent Cooper and we are halfway through season two now. I have so many questions right now I could probably drive David Lynch through whatever is TwinPeaks_openingshotcreditsleft of his questionable sanity.

Finally, I read the new Stephen King novel, Mr. Mercedes. It was mediocre in the wonderful way that only Stephen King can be, not the best but still movie popcornish in its consumability.Mr-Mercedes_612x380

All in all, I am exhausted. And happy. And chock full of trivia.

 

The things I’ve read

I’ve always been a reader. Books, words, writing have all been a part of my DNA for as long as I’ve been aware.

Third grade, I remember I pilfered some book my sister (at that point a freshman in high school) was reading. It was about anorexia and I remember I told my Sunday School class about it at prayer request time.

There was also some book called Don’t Hurt Laurie that I read and Laurie had to put up with some shit. She had an abusive mother and a clueless stepdad.

RL Stine scared the pissĀ out of me in sixth grade. I never got any of those books at the bookslibrary or anything like that – I’m unsure why. Probably I was too scared. The one or two that I did read I think came from friends or something similar. I know my mom never would have allowed me to buy them.

There always seemed to be so much to read when I was younger. So much that I would love and get lost in. Like the TV Kid, I think it was – he gets bitten by a rattlesnake under a house and makes a tourniquet. There were other things that happened in that book but I have no clue what they are.

Now? Not so much.

I mean sure, there are classics that I haven’t read and they will perpetually be on some mental list that I gradually check off.

But there is a fundamental thrill of losing myself in a story that I have apparently lost. Once I could devour a story, live in the universe and befriend every character numerous times.

I don’t have that anymore.

Any suggestions? I am currently plowing through the Song of Ice and Fire series as it is now – just so that I can say I did it.