Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Sean - oPtion$: The Secret Life of Steve Jobs, a Parody by Fake Steve Jobs (249 pages)



"It seems to me that for two hundred and fifty bucks an hour the guy could go a little easier on me. But anyway, he's right. That's how it feels. Like I'll die. It terrifies me.

"Yes, I survived the last time Apple threw me out. But this time, I'm not so sure. I'm fifty-one years old. I've had cancer. I'm not as tough as I used to be.

"And even last time nearly killed me. I was thirty years old and living by myself in a mansion in Woodside with no furniture, just a huge stereo system and pillows on the floor. For months I did nothing. I'd take acid for days on end. The record was fourteen days, and believe me, that was a life-changing episode. But mostly it was this Keebler-Kahn type period in my life, with the eight stages of mourning, like anger, denial, anger again, then more anger, then rage, vindictiveness, more anger, and then revenge."

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Scores So Far:

Monica: 2,534 pages read.

Sean: 2,357 pages read.

Monica Leads: by 177 pages read.

Sean - Dearly Devoted Dexter, by Jeff Lindsay (292 pages)



"So I was doped, tightly bound, and all alone. But there's always some positive to every situation, if you just look hard enough, and after trying to think of one for a moment, I realized that I had to admit that so far I had not been attacked by rabid rats."

Friday, August 12, 2011

Sean - Lake Wobegon Summer 1956, by Garrison Keillor (291 pages)




Her beautiful buttocks rise again and under she goes and gropes for me underwater and I dive and she holds my arms tight, pulls me close, and we kiss a bubbly kiss, eyes open, her breasts like two small friendly otters. I struggle to rise to the surface but she won't let me go. She holds my hardness in her hand until I can bear it no longer. With a powerful thrust, I propel us both to the surface and hoist her onto the dock and rise dripping from the water-

It was an unfinished story.

Sean - Darkly Dreaming Dexter, by Jeff Lindsay (288 pages)




"Weren't we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconcious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of the neighbor's children?"