James officially knows how to snap. He has been practicing and practicing and practicing for weeks. And now, throughout the day, he’ll saunter up, get my attention, and triumphantly *snap*. He is very proud of his big boy self. And he keeps telling me, “See? I’m a human”. Apparently, he feels the need to reassure me (or perhaps himself) that he’s more than a just a common orangutan. Now if I could only get him to wear something other than that ridiculous Spiderman suit perhaps it would lend a little more credibility to his claims.
So has anybody ever, truly, in all honesty, actually read anything by Charles Dickens? I tried twice. And I have honorable intentions of taking another whack at A Tale of Two Cities. But anyways, me and Coie and Ryann are presently sitting thru nine hours of the 2005 BBC version of Dicken’s Bleak House. Tomorrow we’re going to wrap up hours seven, eight and nine. It’s marvelous. I really really really really like it so far. Poor Esther. Dumb old Richard. And blast that nasty old Tulkinghorn.
At any rate, and still along the lines of Bleak House, I’m now seriously wondering about the legitimacy (or any historical evidence) of Spontaneous Combustion. I’m going to look into that. I also want to start studying the Great Depression. Not that it’s related to Dickens, or suddenly bursting into flames or anything. I just all of a sudden have an overwhelming curiosity. I don’t want to participate in either. But it should make for some mighty interesting page turnin’.
In other news, and this is rather alarming, I read a news report (I think it was from, uh, Fox) about an upcoming terrorist drill being planned for IL in mid February. Apparently, from the story, some government operatives will be testing live toxins, and uh, other stuff, along with non-live toxins including Agent Orange and uh, Agent Mango. The weird thing is – and this really is weird – the tests being conducted just-so-happen to be taking place on the very same street that Laurie Bluedorn lives on. It’s a weird coincidence. But it is true. I’d link to the report, but, uh, I can’t access the internet what-so-ever, or something. The good news is that the government DOES have an evacuation plan. This very dangerous drill should not be taken lightly and instructions state that anybody living on this street should head down to the Spartanburg / Greenville area in order to keep safe on that Valentines Day weekend. Somebody ought to let Laurie know.
Coincidentally, that’s around the same time that Julie Austin is planning the next English Country Dance aka Barn Dance. It’s open to all humans (which means James may get to come along, too).
Details are being updated HERE. If any of you are in the area make plans to attend! Laurie… don’t forget to bring your dancing shoes.
Lastly, I’m reading Middlemarch by Eliot right now. So far so good. And I found a new 1800s author called Margaret Oliphant. Despite her unfortunate name, she’s a delightful storyteller. I recently finished Miss Marjoribanks. Very fun. My second grade teacher was named Mrs. Oliphant. Wouldn’t you seriously think about changing your last name if you got stuck with something like that?