Having nothing better to do one afternoon, I sat down with the hubby and watched The Maze Runner. I enjoyed it! So much so that I promptly downloaded the entire series by James Dashner and began reading. That’s when it all turned to shit. The movie has nothing to do with the book. Nothing! At first I suspected Peter Jackson, but then realized if he were involved there’d still be 5 more films to get through just for that first book.
I never bothered to look up the culprit, but whoever you are, you should be ashamed! This is such a loose interpretation that if it were a pair of slacks, they be around my ankles! Permanently! Even if I bought a belt, I’d still need both hands to hold them up!
My advice is frag the movies, stick to books! But you already knew that.
Might actually go to tomorrow night’s mystery book group for once as they managed to pick a decent book. This rarely happens. I’m not much use because up until joining the group, I’d never read mystery. Unless Nancy Drew counts.
Let me tell you about the book. The Beggar’s Opera by Peggy Blair. It takes place in Cuba. That’s a first for me. Cuba! Anyways, the inspector sees dead people. Just sees. They don’t speak or help him solve cases. Pretty cool in my book. I love dead people, just ask G.
P.S. – Didn’t go to book group. Still enjoyed the book. Read it.
I design, make and sell jewelry locally here in Tucson and as of late I’ve been flipping through Stringing magazine and working with my beads more than reading. Oh, I still read every day, but mostly fluff. Short books like Retail Hell or The Hull Truth. Lately I’ve been messing around with
soda, ok beer tabs, as a form of ‘bead’ after seeing some on Pintrest. I’ve been using Sharpies, clear and glitter nail polish, two coats each for all three. It’s a pain in the ass.
I think I’ll switch to colored nail polish if anyone shows interest. I was thinking a bracelet. I’ll have to get G’s opinion. She’s the wonderful person who helps me big time in the sales department. Speaking of sales, if you’ve ever worked retail, you know what customers are like. If you want a laugh at the customer’s expense, read Retail Hell by Freeman Hall.
Currently reading everything that Freeman Hall has ever written or edited. This includes Retail Hell, Return To Big Fancy, Little Monster Hell and others. These terrifying tales of customer bullshit will sound horrifyingly familiar to anyone who has ever worked retail. Even though I escaped my retail job a long time ago, the tales in these books were enough to make want to march into my local Fry’s and smack every customer in the head.
“Entitled” customers frighten me more than Hannibal Lector ever did.