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One last Sheen update

an update – via Sheila’s Twitter – there’s a strong likelihood that Sheen is bipolar and that this is a severe manic episode.  The drugs don’t help, of course… but the drug abuse itself may be symptomatic of an underlying mental issue.  To be honest, my first impression was that he’d done this to himself with all his excesses, making him fair game. But if he’s genuinely sick, it’s just not funny, and “beclown” would be a cruel word for his current behavior.  However – I’m letting it stand because it’s my crapulence and I’m going to go ahead and own it.  Revisionism is a fool’s game, and I’d rather not be a liar on top of being a tool: I don’t much like myself sometimes, and it’s only fair that you see why.  I have replaced the “funny” tag with the “sadness” tag, though.

I promise not to become all-Charlie-all-the-time around here, especially since he was our first Wish Happiness entry this month, but I can’t resist a little bragging here…  remember a couple days ago, I asked when Charlie Sheen had become a Middle East dictator?  Used a picture of Qaddafi and everything.

Hey presto – guess what ran on the Guardian website this morning?

The who-said-it-quiz: Charlie Sheen or Muammar Qaddafi.  As always, the main difficulty in humor is the risk that real people will beclown themselves more effectively.

FWIW, I did pretty well:

Clearly I’ve spent way too much time studying Planet Bedlam on the sensors.  Time to break orbit, Mr. Data.

(via Ace of Spades HQ overnight thread)

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Coming soon to a book meme near you

Like any good library book, a book meme ought to be borrowed liberally and repeatedly. Tracey borrowed it from Lisa, and now I’m borrowing it from Tracey.

1. Favorite childhood book?

Heh, kind of all of them!  But the one I distinctly remember is Half Magic by Edward Eager.  My copy had an orange cover, and was battered into submission in my heedless youth.  Eventually it fled, no doubt to preserve its yellowing pages with dignity, and leaving me wiser in its absence.  Now I take much better care of my books, including the new copy of Half Magic I found in the bargain bin.  There are books I know are clearly better, but this was an early love that I got to recover, so it goes here.

2. What are you reading right now?

Tom Rogers’ Insultingly Stupid Movie Physics, in which the author destroys bad movie science (warning – contains math), and Dry Storeroom #1 by Dr. Richard Fortey, a semi-memoir, semi-history/behind-the-scenes look at the British Natural History Museum.  Fascinating so far.

3. What books do you have on request at the library?

Right now, none.  We have a great library, and usually find what we look for – or what surprises us, which is often better.

4. Bad book habit?

Oh, I used to be a nightmare – looking at my longest-owned books is a litany of book-reading sins.  I’d dogear them, I wasn’t always careful about the fragility of older pages, and worst, because I could never bother to stop reading long enough, there are water stains from books left face-down on wet counters, food and juice stains from stuff I spilled while I was reading… None of this happens any more.  Though – to my credit, I have never ripped out pages to smoke them.

5. What do you currently have checked out at the library?

My wife may have a few, but I don’t currently.  Well – more specifically, I don’t know what’s out in my name because my wife just grabs my card if she can’t find hers.

6. Do you have an e-reader?

One Kindle.  Again – Ladybug’s.

7. Do you prefer to read one book at a time or several at once?

Prefer’s got nuthin’ t’do with it.  I just read.  I pick them up and chow them down.

8. Have your reading habits changed since starting a blog?

Well, sometimes I talk about books in intrusive, nosey memes, which I never did before blogging.  But I forgive you.  S’fun.

9. Least favorite book you read this year?

If it bores me, I put it down and that’s the end.  It’s hard to do.

10. Favorite book you’ve read this year?

I found some beautiful old hardcovers at a yard sale that I bought, including a copy of Anne of Avonlea.  I already own it, and I didn’t care, and I re-read it and it was lovely.  For new books – Shades of Gray by Jasper Fforde.  Brilliant.

And there’s more – but it’s HUGE so I’m sticking the last twelve miles of it below the jump.

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