The Two Towers Liveblog Session 3

9:45PM: LIVEBLOGGING HAS ENDED. I didn’t make it all the way through this chapter (because it’s fairly long), so I found an appropriate stopping point to take a break and will pick up there for the next session. Treebeard just finished telling Merry and Pippin about the loss of the Entwives, and everyone went to sleep after one of Tolkien’s 9000 songs.

8:00PM: LIVEBLOG SESSION IS UNDERWAY. All updates will be made in comments on this post. Refresh regularly or you’re going to miss shit. Also, I may be a bit slow at first because I’m also eating dinner after a late trip to the gym but you don’t care about that so let’s get starteeeeed

Curious as to what the hell this is about? Find out more here.

The Two Towers Liveblog Session 2

9:07PM: LIVEBLOGGING HAS ENDED. Thanks for tuning in for this miserably boring chapter that rehashed the conclusions we were pretty much able to draw from the previous chapter.

8:04PM: LIVEBLOG SESSION HAPPENING NOW. All blogging/commentary will be made as comments in response to this post.

After an overhyped football game and a Hallmark holiday about love interfering with my reading schedule, I’ll be back at you tonight at 8pm with more of The Two Towers liveblog experience. Needless to say, this liveblog is going to be a hell of a lot funnier if you participate, so join me right here at 8pm for a dose of high fantasy and total nonsense.

First time hearing about this? You must be filtering my inane postings out of your Facebook feed! But you can still get the scoop on why I’m doing this and what it’s about right here.

As foolish as four Hobbits leaving the Shire: live-blogging The Two Towers

In December I decided I was going to give the Lord of the Rings trilogy another shot, so I brought Fellowship of the Ring home to read through January. Then I started posting commentary about the book while I was reading, which people seemed to find relatively amusing. This, unfortunately for the internet, contributed to my personal delusion that I’m funny, and got me thinking that perhaps I should step up the ridiculousness in my first-ever complete reading of this fantasy epic. Instead of just making the occasional offhanded comment, why not live-blog the whole thing like some sort of culturally significant current event?

So, as I read The Two Towers, I will be live-blogging jokes, thoughts, and the like on What the Fidd as they occur to me. Ideally, I’ll notify you guys far enough in advance of each live-blog session that people can be engaging with me while I’m reading, trading comments back and forth. Needless to say, this is going to be slow going. Given how long it took me to do the first two chapters, I’m only going to do this a chapter at a time, which  means this may continue for a while, depending on the rest of my schedule (not every day is the Snowpocalypse, after all).

I hope you’ll join me in this completely silly venture and continue to support my egregiously incorrect belief that I am hilarious.

Jan/Feb books

So, a while ago you might remember that I mentioned I was reading The Fellowship of the Ring, which I finished just in time to meet my January two-book goal. Pretty enjoyable read that went much better than my previous attempt some years ago that also spawned some hilarious tweets and the idea to live-blog The Two Towers (more on that in my next post, or review the absurdity in the previous post). Tolkien’s craft is the really impressive part of the book–his care in illustrating the world he’s created consumed me more than parts of the actual Fellowship plotline. For all my jokes about the obscene number of songs, chants, and poems in the book, most of them were interesting enough to encourage me to take a crack at The Silmarillion after I finish the main trilogy.

Despite being somewhat lacking in the character development department at the expense of his worldbuilding, at least reading Fellowship means that characters that are frankly almost indistinguishable in the films have much more distinct personalities. This is particularly true of the Hobbits–Merry and Pippin hold their own much better in the books so far, and Gimli feels much less like comedic relief.

As I mentioned before, I’m gonna be live-blogging The Two Towers over the course of February, but given that it’s going to be pretty slow going to blog each part of the book as I read it, I’m not anticipating finishing it this month, and it’s not going toward my two-book quota. As some of you may know, I have a habit of reading multiple books at once, and another habit of not finishing any of the books (or video games) I’m in the middle of before picking up something new that I will maybe finish instead. In the spirit of trying to cut down on books I am halfway through, I’d like to finish J.M. Coetzee’s Waiting for the Barbarians this month (if I sounded like I thought Orhan Pamuk’s Snow was depressing, wait until I’m done with this!) and also treat myself to a book a recently picked up–The Discreet Pleasures of Rejection by Martin Page. I am not helping my chances of avoiding seasonal affective disorder at all this month! I’m anticipating having to switch back and forth between these two somewhat frequently due to do literary density, so if I’m lucky, I’ll add a lighter third book to offset the other two (sorry, live-blogging Two Towers does not make it light enough).

On a final note, it is a bad idea to get back into listening to Pandora when you have no money to procure all of the cool things you’re being introduced to on your stations.

The Two Towers Live-Blog Session 1

8:19pm: This session of The Two Towers live-blog experience has closed. Feel free to continue commenting, though any responses from me will be less prompt.

Covered in this post: Book 3, Chapters 1 and 2

Why on earth am I doing this?

5:11pm: The Two Towers live-blog session underway. All blogging/commentary will be made as comments in response to this post.

What the deal is

I’ve had to go to bed early (10:30p, no joke) for work recently, so I haven’t had much time to sit down and write about what’s going on.

Went to St. Louis last weekend for Suraj’s parents’ annual puja at their house. As is my habit, I went to the Tower Grove Farmer’s Market Saturday morning while Suraj was helping his parents to get ready. My boss at the flower shop asked if we (me and the designer) if we would take home some merchandise to get kids to test it out so we could take pictures of them. I’m not sure she realized how awkward that had the potential to be (“Hi, can I take pictures of your children? I work at a flower shop”), but dedicated employee that I am, I brought the merchandise to the market to provide parents with far too much information about the shop and ask if maybe please if you’re okay with it can I please take some photos that we may potentially use for advertising of your kid riding this bike around please? Surprisingly, I was moderately successful (moderately I think only because I had a limited amount of time before I had to head back to meet up with Suraj and go pick up the food for the puja). I also picked up some bulgur wheat at the market and a mocha macaroon <3.

The puja went well, and Suraj’s mom gave me more awesome clothes she was getting rid off. We capped (or topkilled, if you prefer) the night with some O’Fallon Gold and hit the hay since we were both pretty tired.

But Sunday! Sunday, we decided to get brunch buffet at St. Louis’s Shangri-La Diner, which hands-down the best homestyle diner food I’ve ever eaten. Of course, the best part is that it’s all vegetarian/vegan. Suraj took me to dinner there several weeks ago, which entailed veg meatloaf (seitan) and vegan gyros, homemade strawberry limeade (much better than the shit you get at Sonic), and chilled strawberry soup. The buffet this week consisted of veg hash browns, scrambled eggs with cheddar and veg facon, tofu and seitan scramble, fresh fruit, and homemade berry compote with fresh brioche bread french toast.

Working at the flower shop has been extremely busy this week between a large order for an event out at the Crowne Plaza on Wednesday morning and the USTA meet at the convention center all week. In the down time between people buying things from our booth, I’m either reading or making origami, and have found kids utterly fascinated by the latter.

In going to the gym after work yesterday evening, I also found out that I can easily read on an exercise bike. It was nice to spend an uninterrupted hour reading, so Dune has officially been completed. An interesting and enjoyable sci-fi classic, although I had several issues with Herbert’s prose and a couple of judgment calls/assertions throughout. Also a terrible fucking way to end a book. I’m still reading Snow and picked up The Omnivore’s Dilemma again seriously. It helps me to be reading about three books at one time–one literary, one intensely captivating, and one nonfiction. That way, when the literary one gets too intense/depressing (and let’s be real, all literary fiction is depressing), I can switch to the captivating “trashy” one (arguably, Dune is not very trashy unless you talk to a literary scholar), and when I need a break from both to satisfy my need to learn something new by reading the nonfiction. I might post a poll or something on here so someone else can decide what I should read next–I have too many books and often get overwhelmed by what to start.

Two more days of work this week. I’d like to tweak the energy bar recipe I use to include some dried cranberries, but we’ll see if I even have the energy to start.

Almond M&M’s

Spent the afternoon working on my latest Drawing Coffee Original, which you can check out here. This week, I’m covering the debate over National Day of Prayer.

Will be hitting the gym later, and I don’t know what’s on the agenda after that. I finished reading Stardust earlier this week and will continue on with Dune, although after a short break I think I’m ready to get back to Snow.

Fortune cookies

“‘Four years ago these silences took over my entire life. I needed noise—it was only by shutting out noise that I was able to write poetry,’ said Ka. ‘But now I lived in utter silence. I wasn’t speaking with any Germans, and my relations with the Turks weren’t good either—they dismissed me as a half-crazed, effete intellectual. I wasn’t seeing anyone, I wasn’t talking to anyone, and I wasn’t writing poems.‘”

From Snow (Kar) by Orhan Pamuk (my bolding)

Jingle jangle

I’ve been a little too quiet for a while. Still looking for work, still not finding anything. Still trying to write things, still not coming up with much.

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