Baa bom bom, baa bom bom, Bumba beee bee bom bom, baa bom bom...

.. you are correct! That is a snippet of the bass line from the end of The New. What can I say, I start my posts with what's playing, and what was playing was instrumental only.

Ok... first let me thank the good ship Stefan for suggesting a book... it's tough to go and spend 10 bones on something not knowing if it's worth it. This time I will be having a nicer time spending the cash knowing someone who's opinion counts has backed it. Second, I agree with tha B-Dot fully about Dan Brown, good storyteller, poor writer.. and certainly over-rated. Dan Brown should have shipped his idea for a character and storyline to someone who could master the written word better than he did. More on Dan Brown further down. I've also heard that The Da Vinci Code is very similar to Angels & Demons, I thought it must be since even I, having not read Da Vinci Code, could see possible similarities just from what I'd heard about The Da Vinci Code. This brings me to beg the question... where oh where does our hero Robert Langdon go now with his dolphinesque lung capacity and surprisingly deep voice, oh and his Harvard brain. And if he finds someplace to go, how will it be different than where he's already been? Hmmm... dug yeself a hole didn'tcha Mistah Brown.

So as mentioned previously, more Brown bitching. He spent three, THREE pages at the end telling me of Heir Langdon's cunning plot to get laid. Three bloody pages coming to the obvious outcome of Monsieur Robert gettin' some! And contrary to Brown's writing, Yoga people are fucking weird. They are not the objects of carnal desire, they are the objects of perplexed stares. Top it all off with the fact that throughout the book Brown has gone out of his way to explain to us that the female lead is essentially ok looking, but nothing special. Oh how my heart leaps. AND... Langdon fell out of a fucking helicopter less than 24 hours prior to this! Now lets not get wrapped up in things like common sense and the laws of physics and allow Brown the soap opera writers license to implausibility, even if the man miraculously survived a way too many thousands of feet drop, I'm thinking he'll at least be a touch on the stiff n' sore side the next day. I mean good lord, if a person goes and works out and is a little tight the next day, falling out a damn helicopter is gonna mess things up sumpin fierce! Oh but wait.. he swims, shit falling a few tens of thousands of feet ain't no thang G. My conclusion on Angels & Demons... I enjoyed it, despite my hacking of Brown who is, well... a hack, it's entertainment in it's basest form, just don't look too deep and accept all things as possible. (i.e. don't. think. at. all.) I will read The Da Vinci Code and B-Dot mentioned one called Digital Fortress that I will probably check out. After all, I like frickin shark movies, I don't need intelligence to be entertained.

Speaking of shark movies... I bit ago I mentioned a writer by the name o' Steve Alten who apparently has taken my love of huge ass sea creatures, with a special place for sharks, and my love of dinosaurs being alive when they shouldn't, mashed it in a blender on frappe (where's that darn accent) and come up with a book or two about a huge ass prehistoric shark... drool drool drool. I know, I know... you're all saying to yourselves "Rhett whyfore have you not run out and bought said masterpiece??". Well no... you're saying, "Good lord, how the hell'd that get published" which is certainly a good question but anyway... I have tried to run out and buy this "work" only to discover, to my amazement and yours I'm sure, that it's really tough to find. Coles? no... McNally Robinson? no... I found it on Amazon (you can find anything on Amazon, I think the first run of the bible is on Amazon) and I may have to order it from there but I'd rather just buy it here. You know what else... it's really hard to walk up to one of the pseudo-intellectuals at a bookstore and ask about a horrid piece of writing involving a prehistoric shark. I'd rank it up there with going to ask if the latest edition of Picking Up Ladies for Dummies is out yet or when The Idiots Guide to Personal Hygiene is due in stores. So we'll see if I read this mysterious Alten book yet, at the moment my hunger for silly huge creature entertainment has been fed, but you never know when the need may arise for more.

One last tidbit for Stefan.. I noticed a cd case with a copy of the Irish Plantation Orchestra in it... be this yours and can I borrow if it is?