And so it has ended

Alright, I'm finished the book. Phew! And yes MyAmericanFriend, it did get circus-ee right at the end. When the mentally ill heroine carves the name of the hero into her skin, and sits there in the middle of her gargoyle statues, covered in dust, bleeding to death. Melodramatico.

There was one line in the book that I liked, however. It's from another burn victim, speaking to our hero:

"And just when you start thinking that you've accepted who you are, that changes too. Because who you are is not permanent."

I like that. Not in a burn patient way, but for anyone. I'm not sure if I think it's true, but it's an interesting, thought-provoking line. The only one in the book.

too dramatico-perfectimundo

Slogging my way through Gargoyle... trying to get to the end. (Actually, I read the end on the bus today, so I could decide whether to go back and read the intervening 100 pages.) I can see why many people love it, just as I understood why so many loved Twilight, but it's just not my style. The love story is a bit too melodramatic for my taste. The beginning was great, the concept is interesting, but in the end I just didn't come to care very much for the characters. I don't really see/understand why they're in love. And the flashback stories are too dramatico-perfectimundo. (Super melodramatic things happening to the characters; and the characters are nigh on perfect. Except for the baddies, who are perfectly bad.)

I'm balancing it off by reading PG Wodehouse. And I've got a Zadie Smith book lined up next. I'm dying to move on!

"Positively 4th Street" by Bob Dylan, and "Backstabber" by The Dresden Dolls

Two great songs that are apparently/might be/can be about musicians feeling backstabbed, and my favourite lines from each.

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you


So don't tell me what to write
And don't tell me that I'm wrong
And don't tell me not to reference my songs within my songs

The Games

During the Sidney Olympics CBC showed this Australian comedy in the middle of the night -- a faux reality show about the people organizing the games. I wish it was on North American dvd, but not since I last checked.

Ever hear the Pogues cover "Maggie Mae"?

amazing cat house

Oh the mischief Haley would get into! Kitty dream house.

Olympics

As someone with very little interest in sports I don't watch the Olympics--but I incidentally watch them, because Fernando does. (Or I sit in my room reading, and he brings me updates about all the interesting stuff.) One year I somehow found myself watching pairs skating the year of the famous Salé and Pelletier scandal! Ooh.

So far I've enjoyed...

* All the crazy accidents on the women's downhill skiing.

* The turtle-thunderbird helmet. Fernando was watching skeleton racing, and we both kept trying to see the helmet cause it's so beautiful, and immediately identifiable as a West Coast aboriginal design. It was designed by Tsimshian-Cree artist Phil Gray, though it was Montgomery's idea to add the turtle (it's hard to see the thunderbirds, they're on the sides.