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Now I have to read this book! What a great review. Have you read/liked other David Foster Wallace books?

sister

rusted

"married into a teeming nest of them"

Oh, Mindy, what a fantastically horrific image!

remits

In the winter I like to read inside in a sunny spot, feet propped up, cat on lap.

You know, I don't actually know. I'm a bit batty from grading papers all day. As I wrote that I was thinking, she walks through the mud, and she soils her socks.

Lets go back to smiles, k?

soiles

food processor and dishwasher

Tell me your two favorite condiments.

issued

Hurrah! That electoral map floated my boated.

Yesterday I had them make up their own. Why didn't I ask them for the questions sooner? Holy grassblades.

Kork - I forgot about the teleprompter blockage. That was hilarious. Everyone else had left the room at that point and I was in the living room, laughing histaricaly, jumping up and down and pointing at the screen. Everyone missed it but me and of course I couldn't then describe the hilarity in any way as awesome as it went down. I'm glad you saw it too.

"I'll answer that one, Tom, heh heh heh"

so creepy.

Oh, that makes sense. I'm not even halfway through the first one - maybe page 160 or so?

I'm considering ditching recent lit theory to keep reading Midnight. Think I'll go, but ... don't wanna.

Here's my question. If Edward is only 17, and lives in this uber small town in Washington, how long has he been a senior in high school? Writing the same papers, interacting with the same peeps, year after year as they all grow older and he stays the same.
I know, I know, suspend disbelief for the sake of the story and all that. Perhaps this will make more sense as I keep going.

Another favorite moment, if I may, was when McCain referred to Obama as "that guy" with a sideways jab of his hand. How professional.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v...

Yes, Amanda, and when Obama was saying that McCain was in the background grinning hugely. Until it seemed to hit him that "wait, I look like I'm agreeing with him." and he furiously started scribbling on his little pad.

Flashlight tag,
Freeze tag,
mushball (like baseball with a big squishy ball) - we'd play at the end of the cul-de-sac and get someone's dad to be pitcher.
Oh, summer evenings were the best!

My sister and I used to also play Little House on the Prairie with the neighborhood kids.