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Bad News, Good News, and a Few Reviews

A day or two ago my mother found out that her cousin's cancer was in the final stages and she didn't have much longer to live. (This was the mother of the groom at the family wedding I talked about going to awhile back.) I'm glad my mother was able to enjoy herself at the play despite.

Also, remember I mentioned my "Bosnian sister" was moving to Detroit? Well, she called from the road yesterday. They're probably there now.

Oh, and I mentioned that my Florida cousin was going to be affected by Hurricane Wilma. She and her family did evacuate but they're back home and there apparently wasn't any serious property damage.

I loved Spamalot perhaps more than the movie it was "lovingly ripped off" from although I admit Holy Grail isn't my favorite Monty Python film. That honor goes to Life of Brian which I suppose has to do with my wall-to-wall church childhood but who knows or gives a damn? I bought a tee-shirt and when to the lounge of our hotel, by myself, when we got back. That part sucked but I wanted to just make sure hanging out in bars by myself really did suck as I thought it might. (It did if you weren't paying attention.)

I have watched one of my new movies: Kingdom of the Spiders. It was both as intentionally and unintentionally funny as one might imagine from a '70's horror film starring Shatner and I loved every minute of it. If you need a laugh, I recommend you go out and pick it up.

I also recently finished reading Chronicles Vol.. I by Bob Dylan. It was actually an audio book read by Sean Penn which I think added something to the experience. I also own the print version and read along through some of it. I liked it but I found two things rather odd about it. One, it was written in a kind of narrative style so there would be dialogue and action. The other thing, one might think was because of the abridgment but wasn't. The book is actually set up like this, was the structure. It starts out during his early days in New York then abruptly jumps like 6 years to when he was married with a family and working on a particularly obscure album then jumps again twenty more years. (In these two particular chapters he often refers to his wife. Only if you actually know anything about him would you know these were two different women.) It then jumps back to early New York then further back to childhood in Minnesota before ending back in New York. Overall, however, it was actually a good book and I await the next installment.

Finally, before I left for New York for the play, I was contacted by the employment agency I mentioned awhile back and that they had found a job that I was very qualified for doing payroll for a non-profit and even asked if I'd be able to work Monday, meaning tomorrow. Anyway, to make a long story short, they didn't get back to me but I was called by another one of mother's church friend's who has hired me to take care of her ten cats while she's in France for two weeks. I'll be staying at least some nights over there with no computer so this post may have to tide you over for awhile, you silent readership you.

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