Since the bill was already combined she insisted it was too great a pain to parse the poke. The mom Dixon is hard to argue with in these matters. One time, two and a half years ago, Mike paid for a fancy sushi dinner with the moms and husband and sh…
I get super stressed when I can't find a footnote and have to give up looking; taking the logical structure of the book away from me as a reader wigs me out so hard.
Cool mirror D! That definitely looks like a lurking kind of place, if I were a lur…
To be fair, the men are sort of one-dimensional also. The hero, the other hero, the drunken womanizers. Or just heroes and wannabe heroes and failed heroes.
And, so much of HoL about losing touch with reality, which is terrifying to me. Logic and the ability to reason and try to understand the world as a system with rules is one of the few things that keeps me from crushing despair.
RE ladies in HoL: they are ALL hot. They are mostly emotional or kittenish coquettes. I keep wondering whether that's intentional on the part of MD as a description of the narrators, or whether MD can't write women.
House in blue is scary. Somehow …
I got one shaped like the luxor pyramid many years ago. I don't sit in front of it at the breakfast table like I'm supposed to, but I did hook it up to a smart plug so that it turns on early in the AM and acts as my gentle alarm clock, which is nice.
Judy says he wants to split a half cord of the juniper with you; he'll get in touch. They deliver 1/2 cords too. I split a half cord with my neighbors last year and still have a pile out back.
Judith Spitzer is the name of the woman who used to own our house and sometimes mail still arrives for her, but before I knew about her existence I thought it was a silly thing that Judah did with his mail and that we were accidentally receiving it …
They supply a lot of restaurants around town. We split a cord of juniper last year and it was awesome. We bought a 1/2 cord on craigslist the year before and it was not awesome.
Eeeep. I always think of shooters when I have to go to the mall to buy underwear or something.
I'm talking about fear of the unknown, not fear of ghosts and boogey men. The dark is just a handy waking life reminder of deep, dark existential dread a…
Long ago there was an art installation at the student gallery at Chico State that terrified me and I was pretty sure was stolen directly from HoL, which I was reminded of by the quote on pg 115: "this is what happens when you hurry through a maze: t…
It is unfortunate that the reading of this book coincides with me essentially living in the basement dyeing these scarves. At least the dog hangs out with me down there so I don't have to be totally terrified.
Hhahahaha. MO - the other night I was dyeing scarves in the basement and then realized I'd have to turn out all the lights and walk up the stairs in the dark and that that would be terrifying. So I ran up the stairs and locked the door from the kitc…
I think some of those weird details are just descriptive of the mental state of the narrator... not necessarily that you should recognize what that door is or actually read the list of photographers.
I also only skimmed the two page list of photographers. I think a thing like that doesn't necessarily have to be read.
Why am I not even remembering the acoustical rating of the door? The one on the hallway with all the locks?