January 31, 2011

Bits & Bobs, Odds & Sods

Trying to catch up on all sorts of randomness...finding little gems here and there that are worth a look.

In Slate, Stanley Fish picks his 3 favourite sentences. He had readers submit, he chose. His three are awesome. Go have a peek. I actually do this as I read; I note a great line or word, but I have this huge problem with writing in books. So, I just tell myself that I will remember the page number. The fact I wake up each day and have to remind myself where I am tells you how great I am at doing that, but no matter. Arlene bought me a Kindle and I think there is a little highlighty feature for just such brainstorms. I'll have to figure it out.

Then again, I'm never sure why I need to remember great lines. All it does is make me crazy that I didn't come up with it.

Couple of awesome pieces sent to me by Mr. Smith out in Dunnville - this one from Ted Widmar in the NYT on Abraham Lincoln's stepmother is lovely.

The other one is in the New Yorker; you probably can't get at it without a password unless you subscribe, but if you can get your hands on it, it's just gorgeous. I read it and sat here thinking, 'I'm never gonna write again'. It's called The Lamb Roast.

In a recent column I complained about my missing Milk Calendar. A reader sent me one, c/o The Spectator. What a doll - thank you!

In my ongoing quest to discover what Twitter is good for, I asked for column ideas last night. Got loads! Thanks to everyone who played. Of course one suggestion leads me to other ideas, but all will be filed for reference.

I answer all my mail. At least I try to. I've recently switched to a new computer, and an updated Outlook (or whatever) and more of my mail is getting junked than ever before. I try to rescue it when I remember, but if you think I'm being a bitch, I'm not. Unless I get more and more 'editors' who keep correcting my grammar. That's usually okay, and I answer most of those because I'm cool with being corrected. But sometimes the nitpicking makes me nuts. At least blast my editors (yes, plural) as well as me. I. Me. We're human. Sometimes we're filing from the road on iPhones. And sometimes we just screw up.

For some reason, Charlie Sheen is all over my news. Please. Go away. I don't care.

For some reason, Jason Statham is not all over my news nearly enough. He purdy.

I desperately want to see True Grit.

I would like a bowl of soup.

Wait. If we're supposed to be getting a snow storm, I should really go buy some soup to bundle up with. And email Jason Statham. Be quiet. The soup could happen.


Anonymous buzzwhack said...

Nice to have you back from the frozen north. Your line about soup reminds me of a good board game that came out 12 years ago called
"Blow the Soup" or maybe it was Spill the Soup..basically a game where you're handed cards where you have to concoct some story that sounds possible as instructed by the line on the card. It plays heavily against your personality and if other players know you well, it can be very funny.Anyone here ever played it? I can just imagine what would happen if Ozzie and Gillie get involved. Might be a good way to pass time during the storm, between Jason and the real soup of course...

January 31, 2011 2:05 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I want to see True Grit too, but my husband hates going to movies. We have to sit in the very back row so no one will sit behind him and annoy him, as he would have to punch them in the face.That's just the kind of guy he is.

He is also hard of hearing, so we spend the whole movie with him asking me "What did he say? What did she say?" until I want to punch HIM in the face.

Anyway, wanna go see True Grit?

And my word is dueflap. Is that anything like mudflap?

January 31, 2011 4:12 PM  
Anonymous jmd said...

Oops, sorry, that was me. Clicked the wrong button.

January 31, 2011 4:12 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

jmd, you're on. Let's go next week.

I'll come out there.

Email me.

January 31, 2011 4:18 PM  
Anonymous jmd said...

You realize that in Dunnville, they show movies with projector onto a sheet on the side of a barn. Just sayin'. I will be in touch.

January 31, 2011 4:53 PM  
Blogger Chris Brown (not the felon) said...

Geeze... jmd's in Dunnville, Mr. Smith's in Dunnville. I'll have to load up my sheets, buy me a barn, and move to Dunnville.

Now THAT's True Grit...

January 31, 2011 9:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I saw True Grit....loved the first one, liked this one, but sat through the movie waiting for a part that turned out to be from the one just called Rooster Cogburn with Katharine Hepburn. Definitely worth seeing, although I'll see anything with Jeff Bridges in it.
Saw a movie on tv over the weekend and heard a great line from Billy Bob Thorton "Stop looking at me and get to work or else I'll make sure you end up with a job that entails touching sh@t with your hands" almost as good as my other fav movie line from Danny Glover
"Put down the gun becuase I don't want to shoot you and you don't want to be dead"

February 01, 2011 4:39 PM  

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