My own Idol story this week was a return to the S.A.T.E.D. universe, which should please at least one f-listie.
So, today is my son's birthday (yes, exactly one week after my daughter's), though it carries different feelings. He's 15 today. My daughter turned 17 last week, and I went to Cost Plus Imports the weekend before that to look for food treats for her. Instead, my happy errand mutated into a heavy emotional funk as soon as I saw the room-decor stuff on display. My daughter will be going to college a year from now, and the thought of it just hit me with a deeper realness. Our son has three more years, so I'll hold off a little longer on moping about him. :O His 'official' birthday cake is being delayed until his friend recovers from mouth surgery and they can par-tay. This is good, because "Eye of Sauron" might not be a workable cake choice (I'm envisioning lots of black frosting, which will not taste good). I worked him away from 'manatee', and might yet steer him back to Futurama as a theme. We'll see.
Books: I finished The Minor Adjustment Beauty Salon, the latest No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency novel. This was one of the more 'soulful' in the series, and I really enjoyed it. You don't read these for the plot—they're about the atmosphere and characters. Now I want to watch the HBO series again, and mourn the producer's dying before he could make another season (the casting was terrific). I also finished Sharp Objects, which was captivating but I'm not sure I buy the ending. Sometimes people red-herring themselves past a story's better conclusion and keep going for the sake of being tricky (I'm looking at you, Jeffrey Deaver). Seems like the case here. Currently reading somebody's overpuffed book on the genius of Monty Python's Flying Circus (as in, there's humor but this feels as if it was the thesis the authors used to get their Ph.D. degrees. It reargues the same points several times). Annnd something dry and sneaky that is coming up only with the Russian title in goodreads for me: Pushkin Hills. If I won the lottery, I swear I'd still have a sizeable pile of "to read" books...
I might have mentioned Dread Zeppelin and the Heartbreaker/Heartbreak Hotel medley before, but I finally watched the video with my son. It is some inspired insanity, and the guitarists in the band are good.
Also? Zombeaver!. Though after watching that trailer, the movie would just be redundant. WHY would you make a movie of that? Especially if you are not Asylum Productions? \o?