Put the Lime in the Coconut...

That's an example of a title that I spent two seconds thinking about because I didn't have anything that went with my post. Anyway, so, like two years ago or something, I wrote a post about fanboys and why they suck, which you can read here. Basically I was bashing fanboys, and they're terrible, and I mention all that in the article. It's mostly a guy thing, which I discussed a few posts ago. I was looking back through the way back machine and caught a comment that I haven't even seen until now from a friend of mine.

[...] I don't understand. You call yourself a fangirl; but from what I understand I wouldn't want to be a fan anything.Fanboy, boi, girl, gal...it's all really bad. [...]

And this would stand to reason, if you (A) are dumb, so nyah and (B) thinking that fanboys and fangirls are the same. You see the fan is the same, we all get that, we all speak English, but the boy and girl, well those are the most important differences. Without the boy and girl, yeah, you're just dealing with a fan. Fans are neutral, they can be lame or awesome, this is something that can come or go. But when you add boy to it, you get a rabid devotee, who is in constant competition to be right, and number one at everything. As I discussed before, that's one of the many arenas where women and men are totally different. Now, first let me define what I mean by fangirl, and distinguish between a fangirl and a RaiF. Wikipedia has this to say on the subject of fangirls: The term fangirl, while similar, often carries slightly different connotations. The term fangirl is often applied to any enthusiastic female fan, regardless of obsessive qualities or not, and is often used with overtones of "teenybopper". And dealing with RaiFs: RaiF stands for Rabid Fangirl, and it really just means a female fanboy. The fact that there is a distinction between the women who deal in fanboyishness and general fangirls is important.

Fangirls are just better. The reasons are numerous, but here are a few: they're just not as intense as the guys. This doesn't mean that they don't like their show/movie/actor/anime/etc., it just means that they accept different points of view, criticism, and suggestions. This is not to say that all fangirls are like this, but by that time, you're in RaiF territory. Fangirls are more mature (just because girls are usually more mature than guys), and though they squee and glomp from time to time, but they're generally more mellow. Like I said before, not true for all women, that's when you're a RaiF. Fangirls aren't perfect, and can get upset if you're dissing their favorite thing, but you're usually a fanboy troll who's come to stir the pot and cause trouble. It's an insult to be called a fanboy. I don't mind being a fangirl, it's actually a badge I wear with pride. Like geek, I take it as a symbol that I care for something deeply to write fanfiction, make flanvids, and stick up for it. It might not be the key to making millions of dollars, but it makes me happy. Sometimes fangirls spend time on frivolous things, but if you do it right, it's a nice place to be.

Top Two Reasons I should Kill Myself

Hmm, is that a touchy subject? Oh well. Sometimes. Meanwhile, these are two and three in a series. Click to see a larger view.

Are You Going to do the Accent, Or Not?

If you've ever heard of French and Saunders, you know the hilarity that can ensue when these women get in front of a camera. Meanwhile, there's a cornucopia of F&S videos on YouTube. Check this one out that makes me laugh continuously for as many times as I watch it. Seriously, check it out.

Happy Australia Day, Everybody!!

Let Your Anger Be Like a Monkey in a Pinata, Hiding with the Candy, Hoping the Kids Don't Break Through with the Stick.

That's from the great Eastern tome, The Philosophies of Master Tang. I suggest you read it, classic. There are two things I'd like to bring up in this post. 1)Firstly, I have no idea where this are going to go when I write the titles (and sometimes the first couple of lines). In fact, I write some of them days, weeks, or months before I actually write the post. So, some of the time, I wanted to use the title more than anything else. So, that's just to say that I have no idea where this is going either. 2) A couple of my friends recently went on a little excursion. Basically they went to this hospital that was supposedly haunted. I don't believe in ghosts for the most part, and while they didn't give me anything that would have convinced me, I did see something very weird in one of their pictures. Trust me, I wouldn't have been convinced by one of those light globes that are in everyone's pictures, or those wispy tendrils that seem to follow people. No, this was something that boggled even my normally logical mind. I've zoomed in on the area, to give a better look. Maybe you can find an explanation for something that I certainly couldn't.

Click on the picture to get a bigger view.

No, What This Marriage Needs is One Less Husband!

I've lately been working on a Firefly 'flanvid', which is just a fan video with music and stuff, and I call it a 'flanvid', because Nathan Fillion one called us flans. Don't ask. Anyway, so this basically means that while I'm changing formats, and formatting changes, I watch alot of Firefly. I mean, a lot. And I watched a lot already. Side story: I had a dream thatthey made a new episode of Firefly, and I was watching it and got all excited cause that meant the show was uncancelled. Anyway, the topic post is a quote from the ep War Stories. Wash (the speaker), feels a little inadequate because Zoe (the speakee, and his wife), is holding things from him, in regard to his feelings. Now, let me give you a bit of background: Zoe is a capable woman. She's level headed, smart, forward thinking, and a thousand other things that would make me proud to have her in my corner. Joss wrote her that way. And yet what is it about Wash (and guys in general) that make them feel as though if their not the ones making the decisions, their less of a husband, and by extension, a man? This is something that goes back to the intrinsic difference between men and women. If you're a woman who's ever played a video game against a guy, and been better than that guy, you've noticed two things. A) Guys talk a lot of junk, and then when they beat you, talk even more. B) If you beat them, they are immediately silent. I'm pretty good at games. I mean, I'm not winning any competitions, but I'm middling, and this is better than some guys, so I've been in this posisition more than once, and am telling you just how it goes down. Women will let a guy win because his feelings are hurt. This is not true with all women. Some could truly care less (and the better you are, the more likely you are to feel that way), but sometimes, they'll throw them a bone and let them win. THIS IS NOT TRUE FOR THE OTHER SIDE!!! Unless a guy is trying to get into your pants he will never let you win, at anything. And this is also true if he's already gotten into your pants. So what makes guys so competitive? I dunno, but here's another example: If a wife finds out she's making more than her husband, what does she do? Well, probably not talk about it, and leave it be. Now, flip the script (I'll bet you haven't heard that since 1982), if a guy found out he was making more than his wife. Well, usually, that's what guys expect so, they'd just accept it as the norm. But what if a guy found out his wife was making more than him. He would FREAK out. Anyone who's ever had this happen to them knows that it's true. A guy who finds out he's earning less money than his wife will be in shambles, he'll think, that he's worth less in the relationship, and that now his wife has the run of him. Not taking into consideration that if they had a stable relationship, he didn't 'run' her when he was making the most money. I think it's because guys think they have to be the leader of their families, and in a relationship, the one who makes the decisions. If anything else happens, he feels that he's thrown off balance. This may be the sanest, nicest guy in the world, but throw a monkey wrench into his world order, and he's confused. Even if he's usually all about women's rights. This is a guy who thinks that he's sensitive and knows how women feel, but given a shift in power, he's completely helpless. Even in something as simple as a video game.

**I know this isn't true of all guys. Some would definitely be happy just mooching off of some woman for the rest of their lives, but especially if the relationship started one way, a lot of guys would be thrown for a loop if that changed.

The Stride-Rite Kid

That's my new MC name, unless you didn't know. As soon as I get some dope beats, and fresh rhymes, I'll be mixing it up home school style on the geek tip. I'm writing again on all fronts, so there will be stuffs for all people. And certainly there will be stuff here. Or else. I thought I'd ahead and do this CD review before I get honey in the gears, which is not a euphemism, but I feel would cause things to slow down considerably. Meanwhile, I just opened up a cracker and there was no cheese inside. How dare you Austin?!?! I knew I should have gone with Lance. Anyway, so CD review. If you read my companion's blog, you know she's probably the one you want to go to for all your reviews, as I'm bad at that. But, I did buy this CD, and liked it so much that I felt you all should know. As you can probably already guess from the last sentence I LOVE THIS ALBUM. Which may skew my review a little bit, but that's what all this is about, right? Giving you my opinion. Gazing over the reviews at Amazon I can see there's been (almost) nothing but praise for Sara's album, and yeah, it's pretty darn good, but her detractors make some fair points. I think I'll go over what's wrong first, and then stress all that's right. Firstly, it is a little overproduced. Go listen to Sara sing live somewhere. Her voice which I mention before, is soul stirringly good. Like, really good. She has this deep soul, funky thing that she makes good use of. She's the kind of person that makes you realize how little talent you have yourself. And yet, there is so much production on a lot of these tracks, that you can lose how good her voice is. Like, listen to Bottle It Up Live and then the one from the album, you'll see what I mean. And leading up the next point, they (the producers, I imagine) didn't let her let her voice really go. I mean, there's such emotion in some of these songs, and you get the feeling that she's holding herself back. Listen to Vegas to see the potential.

Okay, okay, on to the good. Yes. 1) The lyrics. OMG. Listen to Between the Lines and try not to think of, oh, I dunno, EVERY RELATIONSHIP YOU'VE EVER HAD. It's that good, and deep. She hits the mark on about 99% of the songs, and while they're mostly about love, you don't feel like she's rehashing the topic in an annoying way. Once or twice her wording rings a little false, but like twice on the whole album, and I don't know if it's her writing, or the world that created the atmosphere where certain phrases bring up certain emotions. Yes, I just blamed that on the world. I mean, I would like to point you in the direction of my favorite line of the whole album: "No right minds could wrong be, this many times". Now, she could have just as easily switched around that be and wrong, and you would have had your boring same old, same old. But she did it up home school style and made it awesome. Then again: She has a song called MorningSide. Which, I don't even think is a word, and when I first heard it, it reminded me of this storage place we have here in NC called Morningstar, which now that I think about it, is Satan. Anyway, the title just put me off, though now, it's one of my favorite tracks on the album. That's another thing with this album. For me, my favorite song changes about every three days, and then when I make it a complete revolution, I go back to the beginning. They're all great. I did read a review that was like her piano playing is sub par, but I'm not an expert in that, and it sounded fine to me.

Anyway, also, her album is a little funky. Like, not stinky, but you know, funk. Stax Records, Isaac Hayes, the whole thing. But she does it in a totally accessible way. So, I'd suggest that everybody listen to it, but if you're a fan of funk, or think you might be, then you'll find a little extra enjoyment in it. Okay, time for the all important score. I know sometimes I'm a little heavy handed with these, and I have to take into account how I'll feel later on. This makes it a little hard for me to make these all on a reliable scale, but since this is the first CD review I'm doing, I can do whatever I want. Ahem. So, on Terri's Scale of Albums, with 0 being A Confederacy of Dunces, and 10 being every Dixie Chicks album ever produced, then I'd give Sara a 9. I really would have gone better but I've got to put a lid on these things. Is there no middle ground!?!?! So, go pick up this album, please, it was like 13 dollars at Best Buy. It's guaranteed to please on some level. So, take it from the Stride-Rite Kid, and I'll leave you with my second fave quote from this album:

"So, I learned to listen through silence." -- her voice just sells it.

** Meanwhile, apparently poppy stuff is good now. Who knew? Anyway, check this.
Playing: The Long Walk Back

A Confederacy of Dunces

So, today it snowed and class was cancelled which was fine with me, considering how much I try to avoid class anyway. So, I got to spend the day the way I enjoy the most: sitting in my room, on the Internet, listening to music, eating Babybel cheese. Anyway, so I thought I was do something constructive and finally write that book review that I've been telling you about. It's not quite as simple as that, so I'd better do some explaining. About a year ago, my (then) boyfriend told me about this book called a Confederacy of Dunces, which he claimed was one of the greatest books of the 21st century. I'm a reader, so I thought, hey, maybe I'll give it a chance. Fast forward, we broke up and I kinda forgot about the book, and even if I wanted to read it, I doubt I could have even started it without thinking about him, which would have just made it a bad read. So, much later, I'm reading online about the 50 books you have to read before you die. Please don't ask me to find the link, I couldn't if I wanted to. Anyway, this book was on there, and wonder of wonders, we had it in our school library, so check it out, I did, and began to read. I'll offer you a short synopsis before I begin with the actual review, but you should know in the vein of full disclosure that I did not finish the whole book. I finished more than 2/3's and decided that was more than enough to write my review. This is a long book. The edition that I had clocked in at over 400 pages, with small font. I've read longer books, I've read worse books, just not all in the same package. Well, maybe not worse, but that comes later.

So, anyway, Confederacy of Dunces was written by John Kennedy Toole, who committed suicide before the book was published. This lends a rather mystical feel to the whole thing (for other people), and then they start thinking that he must have been a misunderstood genius, who was under appreciated in his time, therefore his work must be a masterpiece. Anyway, this book is about the adventures of Ignatius Reilly, a truly insufferable man who spends his life whining about how terrible it is, and yet does nothing about it. Ignatius is spoiled, lazy, and slightly disturbing. He cares for no one, and nothing other than feeding himself, and pleasuring himself in truly disgusting ways. He might just be the most unattractive, unappealing and downright annoying main character that I've ever heard of. It's really my hatred of Ignatius that propelled me through the part of this book that I did finish. I kept hoping that his mother would flip out on him, or somebody would, I dunno, shoot him. Speaking of his mother, who is a saint (or an idiot) by my estimation, he lives with her. And mooches off of her, and basically treats her like trash. There is nothing redeemable about their relationship. So, one day Ignatius has to get a job and because he has no marketable skills (having gone to school for Medieval Romance, or some such nonsense), he bounces around from job to job, being lame the whole story through. There are a couple of side stories running, one with a black man who speaks in a 'dialect' the whole story, and another (which was the only part of the story that I actually found the least bit humorous) with an old lady who works at the fictional Levy Pants and desperately wants to retire. So, you can imagine the point I'm trying to get to: this is a terrible book. For something that's supposed to be a laugh riot, I can only think of a handful of times when I thought something was the least bit funny, and none of those moments had anything to do with the terrible Ignatius. I think that Toole's main problem was making Ignatius so horrible. I couldn't have any sympathy or feeling for a grown man who screeches every time something doesn't go his way, and who treats his mother with such disdain. This is a character who has absolutely no redeemable qualities whatsoever. Even then, you could use a character like Ignatius in a way that would at least bring him some shame that he would refuse to admit, though the audience could share a laugh about him. Unfortunately, there is no point where Ignatius gets his comeuppance, and no, I didn't read the entire book, but 2/3's is certainly too much time to spend with a person like Ignatius and not have any satisfaction.

You should know something about me: When I start a book, I finish it. I have never not finished a book, no matter if it takes me two hours, two days, or two years. I've read some pretty terrible books, and yet, I plow ahead, and finish the durn thing. There was nothing I could do for this book. Even with all my willpower (which is not a huge factor), the author has to give me something to latch onto, so that I can want to find out what happens in the end. The only way I could find any peace is if Ignatius had died, and I've read the final pages, that does not happen. The pace is furiously slow, the characters unimaginative, and the protagonist, a terrible human being. I think sometimes people get so wrapped up in the hype surrounding a book, the want to read it and be on the 'in' crowd who 'get' the joke. I've never been one to follow the crowd (unless I wanted to), and am not afraid to say that the emperor has no clothes. So, to finish this off with a score that's easily digestible, I've created a new system to score books. 10 is the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy and almost any book by Agatha Christie featuring her detective Hercule Poirot; and 0 being terrible beyond belief:

A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole receives a 0.5

*Yes, it was that bad. I gave it the .5 for Miss Trixie.

Who Gives a F***?

Seriously. People from baseball (Bud Selig, some other bozos), are on Capitol Hill testifying before congress about steroids in baseball. My question here, for all you people to see, is who cares? I mean, there are people dying here and all over the world, kids don't have health care, and there are people still living in FEMA trailers in New Orleans, and yet the senators and congresspeople are filling their (short) days in congress with testimony on baseball. Baseball. The sport that could go jump into a lake and most of America could give a crap. Whatever, okay, okay, 'But, Terri, it's America's pastime!'. Yeah, so is being on Jerry Springer, and shaving your head and then having a mental breakdown. But these institutions can change. For years, baseball players have been getting paid to much money to stand around and then look amazed when Barry Bonds hits a home run. It's stupid. And this is not just true for baseball, pretty much every professional sport has this problem, and yet, baseball is the only sport getting validation on Capitol-freaking-Hill. Which is just a big, fat waste of time. Anyway, this is a lame waste of America's time.

I Need A Hero - Browncoat Version

This is great, and you all should watch it.

Pants, Just Pants

All about yourself...the survey.


All about yourself...
First name?:: Terri
Middle name?:: Nathine Frances
Like your name?:: I don't like having two.
Named after anyone?:: My grandmother and my mom's best friend.
Any nicknames?:: Tinka, Tinkerbell
Age?:: 24
Birthdate?:: April 19
Birthplace?:: Charlotte, NC
Time you were born?:: I dunno, don't remember.
Current location?:: Huntersville, NC
Height?:: 5' 4"
Like your height?:: Wish I was a little bit taller, wish I was a baller...etc.
Eye color?:: Brown
Contacts/glasses?:: Nope
Hair color?:: Black
Natural hair color?:: Black
Dye your hair often?:: Never.
Righty or lefty?:: Righty, and proud of it!

Your favorite...
Type of music?:: Everything. No really, everything.
Band or singer?:: The Dixie Chicks, the White Stripes, Jay-Z. See, I told you everything.
TV show?:: Xena, Firefly, Farscape, Heroes, Dexter
Movie?:: The Matrix, The Mummy, Gladiator
TV channel?:: Scifi, Showtime
Radio station?:: Majic 93.1, NPR
Place to be?:: Beijing, China
Thing to do?:: Hanging out with friends, playing music
Food?:: Egg Rolls
Non alcoholic drink?:: Cheerwine
Alcoholic drink?:: Don't Really
Animal?:: The Liger, or the Reticulated Python.
Holiday?:: My birthday
Season?:: Spring (not too hot, not too cold)
Sport?:: (to play) Tennis, (to watch) EPL Football
Place to shop?:: EB Games, or some other geeky place, maybe Wal-Mart (you can find anything there!!!)
Clothing brand?:: lol, is Wal-Mart a brand?
Scent?:: Asphalt after a storm
Restaurant?:: Is Wal-Mart a restaurant?
Fruit?:: Bananas or Oranges
Vegetable?:: Carrots or Broccoli
Fast food restaurant?:: Wendy's
Pizza topping?:: Pepperoni (unoriginal, but delicious)
Ice cream flavor?:: Cookie Dough
Magazine?:: Entertainment Weekly or Discover
City?:: Charlotte, NC
Color?:: Purple
Number?:: 86

This or that...
Chocolate or vanilla?:: Vanilla
Pepsi or coke?:: Pepsi (and I can taste the difference!)
Hot or cold?:: Hot (just right for snuggling)
Black or white?:: Black (always bet on black)
Dog or cat?:: I love them both too much to choose. Or ferret.
French toast or pancakes?:: French Toast.
French fries or onion rings?:: Fries. I hate onions.
Hamburger or hot dog?:: Hamburger. I refuse to eat anything phallic. Unless it's wrapped in a delicious cornbread based shell.
Pepperoni or sausage?:: Pepperoni. Didn't we already go over this?
Britney or Christina?:: Christina, definately.
McDonalds or Burger King?:: Both are disgusting, but if there was a gun to my head. Mickey D's.
50 Cent or Eminem?:: Eminem (he's just a consistantly more solid lyricist).
Canada or Mexico?:: Mexico. Canada is America's hat.
Hug or kiss?:: Hug, I'm just weird that way.
Movies or TV?:: Movies. Nothing like the experience.
Truth or dare?:: Truth, always, cause I'm lazy.

Do you...
Shower daily?:: Of course, eww.
Sing in the shower?:: Yeah, loudly.
Like to sing?:: Love to, but I kinda suck at it.
Like to dance?:: Love to, but see previous answer.
Smoke?:: Sometimes, like once or twice a year.
Drink?:: Nope.
Cuss?:: Negatory.
Talk to yourself?:: All the time. Almost to an odd degree.
Believe in yourself?:: Um? Yes?
Play an instrument?:: Yeah, guitar, drums, anything else I can try.
Go to school?:: Yeppers, doing pretty well, and ready to gradiate.
Go to college?:: See previous answer.
Have a job?:: No, but working on it.
Like your job?::
Want to get married?:: One day.
Want to have kids?:: One day.
Get along with your parents?:: Sometimes.
Get along with your siblings?:: Sometimes.
Drive?:: Yes.

Random...
Do you think you're trustworthy?:: Yes.
Think your funny?:: Yes.
Ever toilet papered someones house?:: Nah, that stuffs too hard to get out.
Gone garbage can tipping?:: No, that's lame.
What are your parents names?:: Wayne and Cyndy
Siblings names?:: Brian, Drew, Maddy, DK
Do you wash your hands frequently?:: Not really, only when I'm about to cook, or when I've been to the bathroom.
How many time a day do you brush your teeth?:: Twice.
Collect anything?:: Nope.
Ever been in love?:: I thought so, turned out not to be.
In love right now?:: Yeah, right, like I'd tell the quiz that.
What color pants are you wearing right now?:: Grey.
How does your hair look?:: Braids.
Ever had your heartbroken?:: No, thank goodness.
Ever broken the law?:: Depends on what you mean by 'breaking the law' and 'ever' and 'is'.
Been arrested?:: No way, my mom would beat me.
Been out of the country?:: Yeah, a couple of times.
Can you stick your fist in your mouth?:: Yikes, I wouldn't even want to try.
When was the last time you got drunk?:: About two years ago.
Do you do drugs?:: No way, hugs not drugs!
When was the last time you were high on anything?:: Does high on life count?
Do you prefer the lights on or off?:: Off, can't go to sleep any other way. Unless I've just seen the Exorcist. Or read my Conspiracy Theory book.
Would you ever get plastic surgery?:: No way.
Do you prefer boxers or briefs?:: Boxers.
Do you like to laugh?:: I love to laugh. Loud and long and clear, the more I laugh the more it gets worse every year.
Ever had a bloody nose?:: I got them all the time when I was a kid, less now, but sometimes.
Have you ever caught a fish?:: Never.
What was the last thing you ate?:: An undercooked hambuger.
What time do you go to bed?:: Later and later every year.
What's your favorite color?:: I thought we went over this one already.
Do you like to give or recieve?:: Give, wait receive. Wait. What are we talking about here?
Are you obsessed with anything/anyone?:: Brendan Fraser, the Dixie Chicks, Chinese.
Do you live alone?:: I wish.
Do you own a blender?:: Why? Need to get rid of a body?
Do you like the snow?:: When there's not too much of it.
Ever been up a mountain?:: Yep, and snowboarded (fell) down.
Ever been rootin'?:: What?
Do you like surprises?:: Not that kind.

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Paddle the River Styx and then Plunge the Sword of Everlasting Life into the Heart of the Necromancer.

That's a resolution that I stole from Maria Bamford.

1) Master and defeat Death.
2) Drink more water (or just keep my mouth open in the shower).

I'll post the video here, probably two, cause they're frickin' funny. Nonetheless, I really don't have any resolutions for 2008. I could probably think of some, but I don't want to, and everything that I've planned for 2008, I already figured out a long time ago. So, whatever. Anyway, so I know I promised you all more updates, but I'm a busy person (not really) and I've been studying my Chinese (really) and I'm lazy. Really. Anyway, here are those videos I promised and please watch them because they're funny, and if you watch, I promise to post something funny and insightful, and not racist (maybe racist).

The One That Got Away

So, everybody has one, right? That one person that you truly believe was the one that was right for you. That one person who you truly believe you could have been happy with for the rest of your life. I have one. His name is Morgan Wade Carmichael. So, yeah, I put it out there. I met Morgan a time ago, and the first time I met him I was totally struck. He was funny, cool, and a total nerd, which if you read this blog at all, you know I love. He had this slightly acerbic sense of humor, but was witty and fun, and wore glasses. All of which got me all atwitter. It ended like all my crushes do, without any true words exchanged, and occasional pangs of regret. I 'see' him on Facebook all the time, but I don't leave messages for him or anything. I just see what's happening in his life, and whatnot. Once I remember he was just randomly drawing (he's also an artist) this picture, and he gave it to me. It was a goblin throwing a rock. Yep, just a goblin. Throwing a rock. But I still have that picture to this day, and while some question it's sentiment, I know that that goblin was him, and the rock, my heart. Um, I dunno why he'd be throwing my heart, but the first part of throwing is holding, so we're halfway there. Anyway, according to his Facebook profile, he's in a very serious relationship with a young lady who seems very nice. Though, there is always that niggling in the back of my spirit that I"d be a better match for him. On all those stupid little Facebook games, we sync up; the movie game, Pirates vs. Ninjas, favorite movie lists. And for a superficial person (such as myself) that's what really matters. I don't think I'll ever get over Morgan, he really is a great guy, but maybe I'll be able to find my own little slice of happiness, with someone else. Or, you know, stalk him.

** Why are there two fish references having to do with love? I mean, that's already two to many. Book review coming, as are several other posts. Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!!!