The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors (halfshellvenus) wrote,
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors

From the Sofa of Earnest Snores...

This is one loud little cat, and she sounds as if she's putting SO much effort into those snores. They're very sincere. I do find it creepy when she does it with her eyes open, though. :O

My Idol entry is up, and it could sure use some votes. I'm hoping it'll do better by tomorrow's deadline. *bites nails*

So, last week was the Oregon/Ohio State BCS Bowl, which everyone now knows Oregon lost. Boy, that was hard to watch. One of realities is that the Midwest teams' linesmen tend to be very big, and the West Coast teams' aren't quite so heavy. The bigger players plow through the defensive line, and make an effective wall on offense. Still, Oregon failed to make the most of several opportunities, so they were their own worst enemy. Great season overall, and a great team.

You've probably heard of "normalizing," where you mentally convert something to a more familiar approximation. I did it just this week with a tiny bottle in the gym shower that was standing on end: for a second, I first read it as "octopus" instead of "shampoo". Hey, those were tall, smooth letters—no useful tails or anything! So, what's the reverse of that? During the Rose Bowl, one of the announcers was talking about an Oregon player, and I thought, "There's no 'Freebo' on that team!" The next day, the paper had a quote from Torrodney Prevot. So, probably him, right? With a Frenchified last name? But during the BCS Bowl, even knowing what that name should have been... I swear to God, the announcer was saying 'Freebo' again! I also got confused all season long about another player, because most of the announcers are mush-mouthed and call him "Ferra." I autoconvert that to "Farrell" or "Pherell". His name is actually Pharoah. Honestly, I expect an actual 'o' at the end of that name!

Other entertainments: I'm reading Pronto, an Elmore Leonard book in which Raylan Givens appears and is again very unlike the television character. He's not as smart, whereas TV Raylan is only dumb about women. Still, snappy dialogue and entertaining so far. I'm also reading Stephen King's The Mist. I'd hoped for something less wacky on the "creepy things" front, though the prose is easy-going. I don't like the female characters, though—and yet, I can't say that the men seem terribly developed, either. IDK... maybe I picked a bad book for getting acquainted with King? But his son's stories grab me from the get-go. Hmmm...

For movies, HalfshellHusband and I watched The Numbers Station (a John Cusack movie, and it never occurred to me that numbers stations might be used for coded communications—true or not), and the The Woodlanders (mainly for Rufus Sewell, who was as handsome as ever). Tonight, we watched Rush Hour with our son. Chris Tucker's voice _really_ takes some getting used to. Ouch. That was the only thing I remembered from the first time I'd seen it!

All right, off to bed. Some impromptu major pruning this afternoon, followed by a 5-mile run, means my back is aching. Hope the fog clears off enough to warm up a little tomorrow, for a bike ride. Today was cold and gloomy!

Tags: books, me, movies, random
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