Archive for August, 2009

That other 1141 pages

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

I’m five days into reading Stephen King’s The Stand. The un-cut, complete, 1141 page version. I’m on page 738.  Yeah, I’m a fast reader like that. But I don’t just gloss over it – I could write a book report or pass a reading comprehension test on what I’ve read so far no problem. I’m just a fast reader.

It’s … all right. I don’t love it, I don’t hate it. I’ll finish it.  But not tonight. In fact (ohhh, awesome Depeche Mode song there, “But Not Tonight”)… in fact, I won’t even be reading the book tonight.


Well, I woke up this morning and my brain was narrating in the style of the text.

It was a little bit cool, but overall it was very disconcerting.  And, if you’ve ever read the stand and are familiar with the LOST-style use of flashbacks to develop characters you’ll better understand why.

After having stewed about it for a day or so and finally cleared my head of the narration, I’m not going to go into to it too much here. Suffice to say, it weighed on me… heavily.

The story itself has been heavy too. I don’t mind that so much, but it does kind of suck the joy out of you when you’re reading 100+ pages at a time.

**** Spoiler warning – I won’t talk ending, but I will talk plot ****

you’re still here? okay…

well, it’s about a plague and life after the plague for the 1% or so of America who survives. There seems to be a supernatural force at play, splitting the survivors into two camps: one good, one evil.

There are a number of main characters – I find myself having a favorite among them: Nick Andros.  (Mind you, I’m only at page 738, and to be honest he has dropped from A++ favorite to only A+ over the last 50 pages or so).

There are clearly characters we are supposed to empathize with and root for or against. I get that, and I generally go the way Mr. King has been steering me as a reader. There are some I may be feeling more or less for, and there have been some minor characters who’s back stories have hit very close to home in one way or another.

I’ll admit it… I’ve been affected by the book. And whether I like it or don’t, I’d say that makes it a good book. I’m glad I’m reading it. I hope I feel that way 403 pages from now.

I expect to have it all finished by Monday, but tonight I’m taking the night off.

Contributed by: Scott Copperman

That other absent friend

Thursday, August 13th, 2009

Over the years, I’ve lost touch with a lot of people I had considered close friends. There are many different reasons for why that happens, many of them my fault, but that doesn’t make it any sadder.

Today, I accidentally discovered a friend had moved to Baltimore, MD several months ago. In the past year I’ve learned purely by chance that not one, but two people I cared about and considered friends had lost their mothers many months before. For a while now I’ve been wondering quite frequently what Dan Spoust or Tim Lawrence are up to, but I have no way to even begin to track them down.  And that’s just the tip of the iceberg, really.

But, today I find myself missing a friend I’ve known for less than a year – Elton.

Elton’s on a technology free vacation at the moment, and he’s not on twitter or emailing or accessible by Skype. And, now that a good week or so has gone by without us having our multiple times per week 2 hour chats… I genuinely miss him.

Awww… don’t feel bad for me though, ’cause I’m far to busy to be talking to him right now anyway. And, he’s hardly missing me.  He’s on a beach somewhere in Europe.  (I know he lives in Europe, so that’s not so exotic, but it sounds cool here in the US).

Anyway, that’s it. You can go back about your business now. I’ll bury myself in some podcast editing and after an hour or so of cutting and pasting with Elton’s voice in the background, I’ll be sick of hearing his voice. And it’s not like he’s gone forever – he’ll be back in 10 days.

Contributed by: Scott Copperman

That other goldfish I no longer own

Sunday, August 9th, 2009

You may remember this post, “That other goldfish I owned” from a few months ago. Well, as of last week, Splashy “aka ‘the goldfish formerly known as Swimmie'” is no longer with us.

He has been flushed after dying a peaceful death, in his sleep… I think. I’m not really sure if fish sleep, but I know there’s a book about it you can buy.

He was missed, for about as long as he was appreciated. Sadly, that time has already come and gone, and the spot where his tank once sat has been filled with knick-knacks and other home decorations.

Tonight, though, I’m drinking a beer and pouring another down the toilet for my home-fish.  One last late night for us to share… I miss you, Splashy.

Contributed by: Scott Copperman