More Book Parents

I'm not keeping up very well with my commitment to find parents for all the books I read this year. Here is another table of "If this book and that book hooked up and had a kid book, it'd be..."

This book could be the offspring of Notes


Let's be honest, I was lazy on this one.


Not quite as funny as Wooster, but a quick enough read (like Smith's book). Good enough to try a second one.


I liked this one a little better than the first, but it has a bit of ickiness in it that made me think of The Big Sleep.


This one is very much a keeper. Comparing anything to Locke Lamora is high praise in my mind. This one has a bit more about music in it, which is why I lean toward de Lint. I'm not musical so I don't normally get it when books do the whole music thing, but love and belief in music comes through even to me in this and the de Lint books. Also, I was tempted to add Harry Potter to the parentage. This is a kind of Harry Potter for adults.

To be honest, I've read more good books since November than than I did in the previous 3 years combined.

Exploring Explorers

I think these are the first Wee Toaty Explorers that are explorers.

Another new state! These are in Dearborn, Michigan.

This is another in the continuing series of wee toaty explorers, a project to keep me busy while I'm on the road. A nice summary is here. The whole set is available if you click on Wee Toaty Explorers.


Well, it's surprising how quickly my cultural norm has shifted.

I live in a county in California where it is no longer legal for stores to provide plastic bags. In fact, they can't even provide paper bags unless they charge the customer for each bag. For many, I suppose, this is pushing toward using reusable bags. For me, of course, it has just pushed me to being comfortable walking out of the grocery store with an arm full of cereal boxes and soda bottles.

This is in spite of the fact that I have perfectly good reusable bags from Harris Teeter sitting in the back of my car.

I don't have any objection to the law; I hope it is helping me to either improve my memory or to stop worrying about my memory. I have quickly gotten used to the situation.

So much so that this week in Detroit, I am walking around in awe. I just stopped by Target to pick up two 20 ounce bottles of soda to take back to my hotel. By reflex, the cashier started putting them in a bag. I said, "I don't need a bag, thanks." To which she responded by putting the second bottle into the bag, tearing the bag from its nest of companions, giving it to me and saying, "Too late."

The promiscuous plastic bag distribution is quite shocking, and feels almost obscene, or at least rude. Can't everybody see that not every package of gum needs to be further protected by its very own sheath of plastic with a 7-11 logo on it? I have turned from someone who isn't allowed to have bags to someone who can't understand why I'm forced to take your bags.

So quickly we adapt.


Dang, it's been quiet here. Sorry about that, folks. There are pictures coming soon.

In the meantime, here's my cat.

Watching Wayne's World

Party on. I don't remember if I ever actually watched this movie when it came out. It was 1992 and that is one of those years that is just a blur. I got married in October of 92 to a woman I met in November of 91. Everything went so quickly. So I probably wasn't much aware for the entire year that there were other people on the planet besides us. In all likelihood, if she had asked if I wanted to see it, I'd have pretended to not be interested so I could seem more adult to her.

She knew better, of course.

But the catch phrases are cultural now, partly from the influence of the movie and partly from its existence beforehand as a series of SNL sketches. Is this the only successful SNL movie? Oh, right, there was Blues Brothers. Maybe I'll rewatch that next.

One thing I kept wondering through the whole movie was: Was Wayne's World set in the '80s? Several times during the scene where Rob Lowe is trying to sell the show to Brian Doyle Murray, Murray boasts that he has his ads during The Love Boat, which ended in '86. Lara Flynn Boyle's hair is from the '80s, for sure.

The thing about Love Boat is, it was my sister's show. When we were young, we only had the one television set, and at the beginning of every TV season, my mother would have my sister and I sit down, review the network line-ups and we each got to pick three nights that we "owned" for the season. My sister would always pick Tuesdays, because that was Happy Days night. I seem to think I picked Sundays generally because that's where SF shows tended to go to die.

Saturday night was Love Boat and Fantasy Island. My sister consistently claimed Saturdays, but I was OK with that because I had a secret crush on Julie.

I've mentioned before that I was pretty much set on being an engineer early on, so I liked to watch shows with a scientifically educated character. Doc wore glasses, but he wasn't terribly awkward and it seemed like someone I'd like to be.

I was always afraid I was more like Gopher, though.

Mini Metro

I'm not much of an on-line game player, but I could see myself getting addicted to this one:

You can try the alpha here.

Giving Up

Well, I've reached the point in a book where I'm giving up. I just can't read any more. I generally try to get all the way through, but Nancy Pearl's Rule of 50 says I can stop reading it.

It's a SF for young adults. When it introduced a character called One-Eye Johnson, it started to seem like every phrase was a euphemism.

Several Parents

A bunch of books at once for this year's reading project...

This book might bethe offspring ofand

I always hoped someday Calvin Trillin would take me along on one of his Chinatown raids.