12 Lost In The World [feat. Bon Iver]
I don't buy a lot of books. Or music. Or movies… Anymore. My friends buy books and then tell me to read it as they put the book in my hand. I listen to the Current or all my favorite tunes on my computer and if I'm really motivated, I *insert air quotes*- buy it on iTunes- *end air quotes.* As for movies, I can't fathom spending $10 for something I might not enjoy and had to find a babysitter for, so I use Redbox (it's a dollar) or wait for The Office or 30 Rock to come out on DVD so I'm not disappointed.
But lately, I've been on a roll.
Por ejemplo, I got invited to be in a book club. I won't even tell you how excited I am about that now, it will distract from the task at hand. But I just got the book and it looks very good.
It's going to be on the big screen in July, starring stupid Anne Hathaway (bad Jane Austen) and hot Jim Sturgess (not bad at singing Beatles' tunes).
Upon many years of recommendations, I decided to pick up my very battered version of Atlas Shrugged (I'm pretty sure it's a first edition) and start a political debate on Facebook. If you've read the book and want to know something about a person, it's a good litmus test to ask them what they think of it.
"They" made it into a movie recently and it looks terrible, but this handsome guy is in it. I award you one point.
UPDATE (5/25/12)- The Atlas Shrugged movie TOTALLY BLOWS! I watched about twenty minutes of it before I had to throw myself off of the couch in disgust. It is, literally, one of the worst movies I have ever seen, and I saw this. Apparently, they're going to make Part II (with D.B. Sweeney as John Galt?!) anyway, so let's get together to see it, armed with popcorn. For eating or throwing, is yet to be seen. END O' UPDATE
Since I finished all the Twilight books, I have been off teenage-supernatural fiction for awhile. I was pretty happy to kick the habit, since I'm pretty sure it was rotting my brain, keeping me up at night, and making me ignore my children. But then, my darling friend, let's call her Mitten, introduced me to this series. Mitten is also the lovely bird who got me started on Twilight. I'm starting to think I should not walk down a darkened hallway with her because clearly, I can't resist her product.
So here's the fourth book in the Mortal Instruments line of crack.
And yes, I've heard of the Hunger Games trilogy and am trying to stay off them.
Hubby o' mine came home for Date Night with this book and a dozen roses under his arm, so we all know that night went the way we both wanted. Great food and a happy wife… What were you thinking, sicko?
Onto the music scene, Jeremy Messersmith is a local guy who keeps puttin' on the Ritz with catchy pop tunes and some heartfelt lyrics that make me buy all his albums, especially because you can get them on tape.
Awhile back, I stuck in a song from the new Fleet Foxes album, Helplessness Blues. I gave in and bought it today and it's beautiful.
If you haven't heard Adele, you're living under a rock more than I am. She rocks. Figuratively. In a whole bunch of different ways, and not only because she smokes publicly.
Listen.
I'm not very excited by many movies, but this has Steve Carrell AND Ryan Gosling in it and I love both of them. Plus, the preview made me laugh at least three times.
Anything billed as" The Hangover for women" is a movie I have to see.
And this guy rollerskates for fun.
