The Stepford Wives is a creepy ass book.
A really creepy ass book.
And the nod to Disney was just over the top. What continues to amaze me is that, even though I already knew the story and how it ends, the book was still creepy as hell. I'm impressed, Ira Levin. Good job.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
It's only the second day of class. Welcome to the Spring Semester, folks.
From "The Winnebago Trickster Cycle." The Norton Anthology of American Literature. Ed. Nina Baym and Robert S. Levine. 8th ed. Vol. A. New York: Norton, 2012. 105-110. Print.
"This time it was very loud and his rectum began to smart"
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
It always seems that the harder I push myself academically, the more I neglect myself physically. So, to prevent my muscles from going into atrophy when I get to grad school, this year (or at least this semester) I am going to do yoga at least twice a week and go for a long walk on the weekends.
I am also going to drink more water and eat more fruits and vegetables.
Timmy will be laying off the puddings and sticking to his high protein diet of mealworms.
Oberon will continue to nap and strive harder to insert himself in my lap, preventing me from seeing my computer screen, much less reaching the keyboard. He says he doesn't want me to get carpal tunnel. Right.