Monday, January 28, 2013

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The culture of Stephen King

I love Stephen King. I have for the majority of my life. So, I've always noticed Stephen King everywhere - Family Guy, the movie Twixt, books, NBC's Revolution. These are just to name a few that popped into my head.

But this weekend it seemed to get a little ridiculous. Here's what happened.

Saturday - I was getting ready to go camping and my neighbor came over to get cat feeding instructions. She said, "Did you hear Cujo bit some dude on his face?" Cujo is her nickname for Britney, the awful rescue dog we have in our complex through our animal hoarding neighbor. She's called Britney Cujo for some time now so I thought nothing of it.

But then....

Sunday - I'm camping and in my tent getting ready for a hike. I hear a boy talking to someone else. It's muffled at first because he's riding his bike past my tent. "....yeah, I've read his entire Dark Tower series, and the Shinning, and......" He rode away. But I think, dang, that's the second time in two days.

And then.....

Monday - I get home from camping and my two neighbors are in the garage, talking. One has some old, red car that's falling apart that he loves. Her name is Sophia. I mention I did not know that she had a name. Other neighbor says, "He should call her Christine."

So that's that. Three in three days.

But then I start to think, how crazy would it be to be SO famous and influential that you and your work become the verbiage of the culture? I was wracking my brains trying to think of someone else who has had this type of influence, who has become a part of the lexicon, of the fabric of society. I mean, yes, you sometimes hear someone call a whale Moby Dick. Or a dolphin Flipper, or a horse Black Beauty. 

But who else is not only has work that is re-used and adapted but his own name as well?

Could you even imagine? I couldn't. No way.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Why does driving in traffic make me so tired?!?

So, it's 4pm. I get to go home soon. Yay!

But all I can think about is how tired I'm going to be when I get home.

Am I tired now? Nope. How do I know I'll be tired when I get home?

Because I'm ALWAYS tired when I get home.

Sitting in traffic sucks.

So, I begin to question - why does driving make me so tired?

I Google it. Ah, Google. What did I do before you?

(As my friend Casey knows, the second I have a question I immediately Google it. Anything. I hate not knowing.)

Some theories:
- You are completely concentrating and that can tire you out
- There's not fresh air in the car
- You are working all kinds of muscles, not just sitting

These seem like plausible theories to me. So I'm going to go with all three as my answer.

And now you can too.


Thursday, January 10, 2013

Seneca Guns

So recently my husband went hiking in North Carolina. They were in the woods when they heard a large boom and the ground vibrated and the woods went silent. Apparently, this is very common on the East Coast and is called a Seneca Gun.



http://earthquake.usgs.gov/learn/topics/booms.php

Well, these sounds have never been explained. And they are apparently very creepy.

Looks like they're now here in LA.

http://losangeles.cbslocal.com/2013/01/09/mystery-surrounds-very-loud-explosion-reported-in-noho-area/

Not only that, but they have been heard this week around the country in alarming frequency.

http://soundofheart.org/galacticfreepress/content/they%E2%80%99re-back-unexplained-%E2%80%98booming-noises%E2%80%99-reported-south-carolina-california

Maybe our reading of the Mayan calendar was a little off......

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7Xn6gQmmcY