View From the Bushes

Somehow it seems that whenever I'm trying to be good and eat a decent breakfast, it's always on the days when I end up eating some collosal lunch (a cob salad the size of my heard in this instance). Of course, since it's the "family campaign" tonight, I'll end up eating a huge dinner as well. I guess it's no wonder that I'm pushing 300... Not really, of course, but to briefly move back to the discussion of Mozart and Salieri, weight is one of those places where I'm sure that I'm Mozart to someone else's Salieri, because I know that there are many, many people who, if they ate as irresponsibly as I did, would be pushing 300.

I've been slogging my way through Crichton's latest novel, State of Fear. I say slogging, because it's been something of a chore. The writing is okay, but there is this ginormous plot hole, which sucks my out enjoyment. The writing is good, the story is decent, and the subject matter is right up my alley, but it's all warped by the absurdity of the actually plotting. For those who have read the book or who never intend to read the book here's what I'm talking about (and I'm only 2/3 of the way through so the could be more).

Highlight to read:

Without any explanation or even the flimsiest of pretenses he has an administrative assistant and a young corporate attorney make up half of the strike force charged with defeating a well-funded, immaculately organized international eco-terrorist organization. What, were all the Navy SEALs busy?

I know my wife will read it, because she likes to be spoiled. One of her favorite sites is MoviePooper.com; she'll read up on movies she doesn't even care about. It's a sickness...

Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero
Ross