Month: May 2006

Drat! The Onion beat me to it! Revy chum so.

Then again, it’s probably not the most original idea to begin with.

Generally speaking, anagrams tend to make me feel stupid. I suspect they do that for a lot of people. Which is probably why Dan Brown made his anagrams so mind-numbingly obvious.

Then again, I haven’t read the book. I’m just going with gut instinct that tells me it’s probably not very good. I will be going to see the movie this Sunday, only because a group of us will be going.

I’m checking the weather online to see if it’s still raining outside. Back in olden times, I know, they looked out windows. But I don’t have a window — I sometimes forget what they look like during the day; they’re those big glass things on the wall, right? — so it’s usually easier just to check online. (Yes, I could just take my umbrella as a precaution, but who wants to carry around a wet umbrella if they don’t have to?)

Anyway, the Weather Channel tells me that it’s 53 degrees outside. Moreover, they tell me that it feels like 53 degrees. I wonder…does 53 degrees feel any different than 52 or 54 degrees? If it was actually 50 degrees outside, or 56, would I notice the difference? Could I e-mail the Weather Channel to complain? Does my “feel” of 53 degrees differ from anyone else’s? (e.g. “Is it hot in here, or is it just me?”)

This sort of thing makes sense when there’s a wind chill or high humidity, when there’s a reason for it to feel colder or warmer than it actually is. But when it and the actual temperature are exactly the same, there’s not much point, is there?

I sometimes worry that the only thing I write about with any depth or passion is the weather. (Largely because I really don’t have a depth of knowledge or passion for the subject.)

Can you tell Anne Rice doesn’t believe in editors:

The bio of an artist such as Anne Rice (b. 1941) can only be truly understood in the context of the author’s personal testimony—her vast body of work. Each beloved character iridescently animated and virtually manifested before our eyes witnesses their creator’s experience in triumph and in sorrow and in searching for some semblance of Happy Peace. From the pangs of Louis’ utter solitude to Claudia’s untimely demise to Lestat’s wickedly bedazzling smile, the author’s life permeates each page with such ardor one could only blush at being so exposed. But Anne Rice gives herself— her life in full—as a gift to the world in every spellbinding chapter, every carefully turned page, every meaningful word. Mere footprints of a life lived in art. A native of New Orleans now residing in La Jolla, CA, and author of 27 books, which include The Vampire Chronicles, The Witching Hour, Cry to Heaven and Violin, Rice’s latest novel, Christ The Lord: Out Of Egypt, is the beginning of her literary contribution to Christian Art. Anne is grateful that these Broadway Giants have adapted her creative endeavor in such a mesmerizing and captivating musical. This adaptation stands alone as a genuine masterpiece!

Yikes, that’s awful. I’m increasingly glad I gave up on her books when I did — after the first one.

Via Shaken & Stirred.