Unexpected pleasures

"Let's face it, you're backblogged." It was Vay in the car, telling me how I often talk about posting something or other, and never actually getting around to doing it. And now as I'm trying to string together a few sentences while fighting the temptation to browse youtube, he distracts me by saying:

"A bit out of practice, aren't ya?" Well ya ain't helping ya bastard. And it's half his fault, he used to whine about how he felt obligated to be online for me, so I stopped coming online, just to spite him. Hee hee, worked a treat for a while, before I discovered the joys of reading. That's right, that's what I've been up to pretty much every night in between me posts. That, and watching the Masterchef series. Funny that, because I was really bagging that out as it was first being promoted. Well it's obviously a rip off from Iron Chef, I thought. But I was wrong. It's such an original format, and you can see how each person develops over the weeks. And I'm pretty much addicted, (sorry hun, you know those times I said I should go home...?). Even my dad's caught on, "God it's annoying, now she comes home early just to watch it. How am I supposed to watch my chapters?" It's that good, I'm telling ya.

But back to the other distraction. Amazingly enough, Vay's got me hooked on another series. A series of 7 books I like to call Stephen King's The Dark Tower. Now this isn't something I'd normally be into, and it took some encouraging from him to get me into it. And like my initial reaction to the Masterchef series, I was doubtful. How's this supposed to compare to Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series?

"Ugh, well it's nothing like that. It's better, just read the first book already", Vay insisted. And once again, I was proved wrong. Rather annoyingly too. But the point is, I've become engaged in the saga, probably more so than I ever was with Twilight, and that's saying something. That's saying something big. The first novel, "The Gunslinger" felt a bit hard to read, and I was about to abandon it, but I'm so glad I persevered with it. Vay was already ahead of me by 2 and a half books or so, and in the space of a couple of months, I've caught up to and read past him. God I'm good. "Can I have it on the weekends at least?" asks Vay. Well... I guess you c.... no.

Apparently they're making a movie, to be directed by JJ Abrams. I'd rather a tv series be done, to do it justice, and to allow for the plot and the characters to develop properly. But no. It's going to be fucked up. I just know it. Stephen King sold the rights to it for $19, what do you expect?

Principal Skinner: Now I... I finally have time to do what I've always wanted: write the great American novel. Mine is about a futuristic amusement park where dinosaurs are brought to life through advanced cloning techniques. I call it "Billy and the Cloneasaurus."
Apu: Oh, you have got to be kidding sir. First you think of an idea that has already been done. Then you give it a title that nobody could possibly like. Didn't you think this through...
[fade to later]
Apu: ... it was on the bestseller list for eighteen months! Every magazine cover had...
[later]
Apu: ... one of the most popular movies of all time, sir! What were you thinking?
[pause]
Apu: I mean, thank you, come again.

Anyway, I've even made my own cast list, with Viggo Mortensen as Roland (I'd throw Clint Eastwood in there somewhere), James McAvoy for Eddie, Halle Berry for Susannah and Haley Joel Osment for Jake. And I've searched for fan trailers on youtube, and ordered a special book, that not even Vay knows about. Ugh, now he's gonna ask me about it. Hmm, I might be a teensy weensy obsessed.

And who would've thought I'd owe all this unexpected pleasure to him? Aye, so I do.