I can say George Orwell
and you can say George Orwell
but the people who really NEED to say George Orwell aren't going to say it (or actually, they might completely misunderstand this post and try to type it out, but they won't GET it, ever...)
On a more pleasant note, I am reading the best book. Reading The Sex Lives of Cannibals is like reading Bill Bryson on crack, or acid, or maybe crack AND acid (that would be Bill taking the stuff, not you, and then writing under the influence...I didn't feel I made that clear enough) , anyway, it was so funny that I kept laughing while reading it in the oral surgeon's office.
There must be rules about laughing in the oral surgeon's office because his nurse kept rolling open her little window and looking at me. And finally she came out to see just What I Was Up To. So I read her a little bit of the book- a part I had just found particularly funny, about headhunters, and she laughed too. And my daughter has threatened to steal it from me, though at the moment she is unconscious and not much of a threat. But I will be On My Guard once she wakes up. |
