An actual update...

...rather than an article. In the news of the day, and to keep myself on a cycle of actually updating a blog for some longer period than a week (know that this is actually perhaps the longest continuous one I have ever maintained, and certainly the only in recent history) my Mark Thomas books came in at the book store today. An interesting sidenote to that story was the exchange I had with the clerk while ordering them. It went something to the effect of:

"I'd like to order a book please." 

"What's the title?"

"'Belching Out The Devil'. If you need the author's name, it's Mark Thomas"

"Oh...that sounds like an awful title. I don't like the sound of that one...."

And then she began to read from the bloody website that describes the book! That doesn't sound too damning, I know, but remember in my non-online existence I'm an employee of the town near where I'm at as the following excerpt for the book I am wholeheartedly desiring is read nice and loudly by a slightly older woman.

Coke adds life, says British comedian Thomas, except in all the places where it brings death. The author, a pop-culture presence across the pond-when he started, he writes, "you didn't have to fuck a footballer or eat kangaroo penis on a reality show to appear on TV"-offers plenty of witty, humorous lines, but his purpose is serious.

I looked around rather sheepishly and nodded that yes, that was the book I wanted to read, thank you. I'm rather proud of my resolve that I pressed on to order the other one, titled "As Used on Nelson Mandela" and shows the author on the cover holding a lovely assault weapon.

You know that thing that's been buzzing about in the news for a while now, about how the government can take a peek at your book store purchases or your library checkouts? I dread to think what some profiler would do with mine sometimes. 

From here until next Friday, the posting may be spotty at best. I'll be going down to the camp with the lower grades for a time, and dearly as I love it I'm not sure my Blackberry can handle the strain of the length of stuff I yammer on about. 

Here, go read the Internet Review of Books while I'm gone. And if it's been updated before you've read this, go and read it again. 

Cheers