The last about Dune
Well, I finally did it, I finally completely finished Dune. I successfully hated it from beginning to end. Honestly, my problem isn’t with the story per se, but the prose just killed me, the use of “Presently, he said,” or “He swallowed with a dry throat,” over and over again. It’s just such a flatly written book.
Maybe at 15, a virgin to sci-fi and life in-general I’d have found it brilliant, but at 28 (as of 12/31/08), it just didn’t do anything for me.
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Midnight mass over and done
From a writer’s perspective, midnight mass was pretty spectacular. Personally, it was rather awful, I’ve never felt so lonely, but the writing material… Wow.
My mom was married to a fellow, Randy, for about ten years. This marriage didn’t go particularly well, by which I mean, it went astonishingly badly. Still, my mom and Randy get along much better not having to live together.
So, Randy isn’t usually in town for Christmas, but this year’s different. Since he’s here, mom decides to invite him to midnight mass, and much to my surprise he actually says yes. He hadn’t seen the inside of a church for at least ten years, until tonight. He shows up at the house in a festive mood, but on the drive over it becomes apparent that Randy’s quite drunk. So, while we’re in church the sleepy part of being drunk starts to kick in, my brother has to keep kicking him to prevent his nodding off. During the communion he declares that he can no longer remain awake and has to go, now. Mom tells him to go nap in the van, my brother hands him the keys and he promptly does so.
After communion the mass is ended and it’s time to go in peace. Randy’s sleeping so peacefully in the van that he won’t wake up to unlock the van, which I find amusing, but not as amusing as when he does wake up and simply can’t figure out how to operate the locks, thus triggering the car alarm.
Obviously, we did get back into the van and we did get home.
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