Friday, April 03, 2009

5 Admissions

I will be back later with a more substantial post. Until then, I offer up 5 not so stunning admissions about my life:

1. I read Get Fuzzy (found at compulsively. Have for years. (I also read For Better or For Worse until that ended)

2. My music collection includes Guns n Roses, Neil Diamond and Jimmy Buffett. And not just for irony's sake, either.

3. When vegging in front of the flickerbox, I have a hard time flipping past Til Debt Do Us Part.

4. My urge to always see what the fuss is about has lead me to read all the Harry Potters and also Bridget Jones's Diary. I have yet to read a Harlequin Romance, though, in spite of the fact that one of my favourite profs back in university recommended doing that just to see how a formula novel is put together.

5. While I don't play near as many video games as I once did, I still check out the reviews regularly on (for games I'll likely never play, no less).


Barbara Bruederlin said...

It's good to unburden yourself, to get those admissions out in the open. It takes all the power away from the blackmailers.

I sort of wish I had some Neil Diamond in my music collection, actually. Also, non-ironically.

Remi said...

Neil Diamond's Greatest Hits is perfect for cleaning days - energetic songs that don't take much thought but that you can belt away to with reckless abandon (provided no one is watching).

John Mutford said...

I have GnR, Diamond and Buffett, too.

I contacted Harlequin a while back to see if they'd donate some books for the Canadian Book Challenge, but they've yet to respond. Seeing as they're supposedly Canada's most successful publishers, it seems that someone should read at least one of their books for the challenge, don't you think?

Daibhin said...

Don't all good music collections include GnR, Neil Diamond and Jimmy Buffet?

Did you like the Harry Potters and Bridget Jones? (I have read a Harlequin. The names change but the plots stay the same.)

Remi said...

Actually, I did like the Potters and the Jones. They were kind of like the literary equivalent of jelly beans - kind of sweet and enjoyable but soon forgotten.

Which isn't a bad thing, at all.