Time for a random

Let's play a game of 25 Things (for those who don't know, this is where I blather on in an entirely egocentric and exhibitionist way). For the sake of space, patience, and theme, this will be an abbreviated version, so 10 things about me as a wurdnurd.

1) My life revolves around books. It's probably not healthy, to the extent that my obsession goes, but it's there, and it's better than some of the alternatives, so I'll let it stand.

2) Part of the reason I'm still out of work (since Sept...ouch) is because I'm not willing to start another career that's removed from my books. If it's not in a store, library, or otherwise handling books, I don't want to know about it. Sadly, there is ALWAYS someone more qualified than I am for the job. I can't even get a job at Barnes and Noble. It's frustrating and sad that I feel like I'm never good enough to do the only thing I feel I'm qualified to do.

3) Have you ever had someone tell you that they trust your taste in books implicitly and request a suggestion for their next read? I have. It's the most amazing feeling in the world. Really.

4) Perfect day: Sitting in the park on the grass when the sun is shining and the bugs are playing elsewhere and reading an engrossing, engaging and hilarious book. That's a little slice of heaven right there.

5) My Shelfari page doesn't even list all of the books I own and haven't read. Some are hidden, even from me, and won't emerge until they are ready to be read. I honestly believe that. It's the only plausible explanation for why I keep finding books in my collection that I either forgot or never knew I had.

6) I've been trying out Twitter and Facebook...I prefer blogging. (and check out the new blog that *only* about reviews and book info!!)

7) Last week, I went out for the night and forgot my wallet. It wasn't too big of a deal, I just had to drive home and get it. Even if I had been pulled over by a cop, I would have been fine, since I had used my license as a bookmark that day, and I never go ANYWHERE without my book. So yeah, I'm more likely to be carrying a book than currency or ID.

8) Yesterday, I was at Disneyland, reading in line for Splash Mountain, when I was accosted by Brer Fox and Brer Bear. Brer Fox was pointing at my book and pretending to close it (good luck with that pal), while Brer Bear kept petting my arm with his big furry paw. I really have no idea what they were getting at, and just went back to my book. Maybe that's the karma that resulted in being doused from head to toe on that ride. Lesson learned: never ignore the characters at Disneyland, they have powers we know not.

9) The next book I'm going to read is The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman, and I'll finish up an Alphabetical Life sometime this week as well. These will be the 6th and 7th books I've read this month. It's only March 9th.

10) I escape into books because they educate, enlighten and impress me. While I've always preferred reading to writing, it never ceases to amaze me that humans can be so creative and eloquent to convey entire worlds to their readers. I've always been jealous of that ability (much like how I'm jealous of people who can play the piano, dance, act or fix cars), because it's one I've never mastered. The closest I can get to that mastery is the appreciation of it.