I hope nobody was offended by that title.Of course considering I spent the formative time of my blogging career blithely chatting about grown men smearing themselves with poop, maybe I shouldn't worry too much about offending people.
Not that I worry overly about that anyway, you understand. But I do know that some of you are prone to delicate constitutions.
One of the great loves in my life is the printed word. I pretty much taught myself to read before I got to school and when they tried to get me to read "Dick and Jane" I tossed that aside and was reading Isaac Asimov instead. And I have never looked back.
I remember once seeing an ad on teevee for the Evelyn Wood Speed Reading course and I wanted to get it. My mother threatened to beat my butt if I went anywhere near a speed reading course as they couldn't keep me in books fast enough as it was.
At the moment I am reading several books at the same time.
The Sherlock Holmes Mysteries by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Coraline by Neil Gaiman.
How To Attract The Wombat by Will Cuppy.
And The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen Covey.
That last one is going to be a chore. I'm not all that good with nonfiction unless it's history or true crime or something like that.
I read for fun. And entertainment. And escape from the real world, believe it or not.
My office right now holds somewhere around four hundred books. It's a little crowded, but it's comfy.
As you can probably guess by now, nothing of importance or of any great humor happened at work this evening. That's a good thing, in retrospect.
I'll just skip to the calendar, then.
Tuesday is going to be National Chocolate Pudding Day, and... that's about it.
Hey! Chocolate pudding!
