Thursday, April 22, 2010

"All Bibles are man-made." --Thomas Alva Edison

Let your brain ponder that one for a while. I know I have. Now add this:

"The Crusades were, 'We kill you in the name of Jesus!' 'Wait, we have Jesus too! He's a prophet in our religion! We kill you in the name of Jesus!' 'Do you...? Well, we kill you for your dark skin, for Jesus was a white man from Oxford!' 'No he wasn't! He was from Judea! Dark skinned man, such as we!' '... Really?... Look, we've come all this way, would you mind awfully if we hacked you to bits? Just for the press back home.'" --Eddie Izzard

I'm not an atheist out of convenience, I was raised Southern Baptist and questioned damn near everything before I realized me and Jesus aren't homeboys. I love zombies as much as the next guy, but zombie savior? I'm not buying it.

The thing about me is, if you DO buy it, I'm cool with you! Heck, let's have a conversation about it! I'm dead serious--I want to know what parts of your religion hold strong with you, and which parts you question and why. I don't want to fight about religion; that's pointless. No one is wrong, and no one is right. I'm not right, and I know that. But no one else is either.

Monday, April 12, 2010

"Do I really gotta be the asshole who says we got in this thing and went back in time?"

Kevin and I saw Hot Tub Time Machine last night for the Sunday Night CFX movie. $2.95--not a bad price for a movie! Anyway, it was actually really funny and didn't take itself too seriously. Also, there's a running gag about a one-armed bellhop that was hilarious. I won't give the film away, but my readers (minus Kevin since he watched it with me) should go see it, or definitely rent it.

Considering the subject of the movie I saw last night, it comes as no suprise that I had a dream about the time space continuum ripping--literally ripping like a piece of paper. It was weird.

I finished the book I mentioned in the last post, "I am Nujood, Age 10 and Divorced". An amazing read, and very inspirational in a non-cheesy way. This child-turned-woman-too-soon had the courage to stand up for what she knew was right, and fought not only to get her own childhood back, but to open the door for other young girls that became brides too soon.

Since Nujood's story was a little intense at times, I'm starting a new read: "Walking in Circles Before Lying Down" by Merrill Markoe. I read another one of her books, called "It's My F---ing Birthday," which was pretty good. This is a book I'm very excited to read.
From Amazon.com:

"When her latest boyfriend leaves her for another woman, twice-divorced Angeleno Dawn Tarnauer buries her face in the fur of her mixed-breed canine, Chuck, and cries. The dog, it seems, sensed trouble all along. "I should have said something before," he laments in a gravelly voice. "Couldn't you smell her on his pants?" Has Dawn gone nuts, or is her dog actually talking to her? This latest offering from multiple Emmy winner and one-time David Letterman head writer Markoe (It's My F***ing Birthday, 2002) may be her best yet, delivering the drama, dark humor, and dysfunctional characters that have become the author's cachet. There's Halley, Dawn's dim, cell phone-addicted sister, determined to succeed in her new career as a Life Coach (thanks to the encouragement of her friend, convicted-killer Scott Peterson); their woefully nonmaternal mother, Joyce, inventor of the hokey but potentially very profitable Every Holiday Tree; and Dawn herself, a tall, blonde California beauty who feels more comfortable sharing confidences with mongrels than men. Markoe's fans will delight in her hilarious doggy dialogue, as when Chuck enlightens his owner on the topic of urination: "There's two kinds of peeing," he says. "There's regular peeing, because you have to pee. And then there's auxiliary competitive peeing. For acquiring an empire. I'm all about the real estate.""

Look at me work at work, I'm working so hard... NOT. Can't I just read and knit and cook and get paid for all of those things? And why won't my thesis proposal write itself?

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Workin' hard, or hardly *facepunch*

I went to the Central Michigan International Film festival a couple of weeks ago, and saw the not-so-feel-good movie of the year, Precious. It was good, but the book was better--which is the case 99% of the time with every book-to-movie situation. But to be fair, this was a pretty good adaptation, as opposed to films like The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. The other film I watched was a movie called Film Geek.



The uber-nerd main character Scotty Palk is so painfully into movies that he literally cannot talk about ANYTHING else. He gets asked who his favorite musicians are, and his response only includes film composers. Scotty explains his love of movies by stating "I love movies more than anything. Movies let you be other people." Call me cruel, but I have no sympathy for someone that is so socially inept that they cannot talk about anything besides that one singular topic, whether it be movies, music, Pokemon, meteorology, stamp collecting, or whatever. Don't get me wrong, I love movies--but this is unhealthy. Scotty's story is made out to be somewhat of a Cinderella story, but even Cinderella could talk about more than mopping and cooking. There were some funny parts, but I couldn't sympathize with the main character to the extent the filmmakers wanted me to.

I started a new book yesterday called I Am Nujood, Age 10 and Divorced by Nujood Ali. From Amazon.com:

"Chosen by Glamour magazine as a Woman of the Year in 2008, Nujood of Yemen has become an international hero for her astonishingly brave resistance to child marriage. Sold off by her impoverished family at the age of 10, continually raped by her husband before she even reached puberty, Nujood found the courage to run away, and with the help of an activist lawyer, sympathetic judges, and the international press, she divorced her husband and returned home. Her clear, first-person narrative, translated from the French and written with Minoui, is spellbinding: the horror of her parents’ betrayal and her mother-in-law’s connivance, the “grown-ups” who send the child from classroom and toys to nightmare abuse. She never denies the poverty that drives her parents and oppresses her brothers, even as she reveals their cruelty. Unlike her passive mother, she is an activist, thrilled to return to school, determined to save others, including her little sister. True to the child’s viewpoint, the “grown-up” cruelty is devastating. Readers will find it incredible that such unbelievable abuse and such courageous resistance are happening now." --Hazel Rochman

So far it is prety amazing--the girl walks into a courthouse, finds a judge, and says "I want a divorce!" I'm only 40 pages in, but it is already very good. This young girl's courage to stand up for herself in a culture where women are looked down upon if they fight for themselves or dare to thing they are worthy of being treated like humans is inspiring. I'll keep you readers (all 3.5 of you) on my thoughts.