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So, I've been trying to read the Stone Angel for some time now, and I'm just not getting in to it. All I really want are some more Discworld novels. Apparently, now that I no longer have to read "acclaimed" books, I no longer want to read anything even a little bit dry, even when I think that there might be a point to it.

Am I alone? Does anyone else have this problem? Is the Stone Angel worth reading (because if it's not, then I won't feel bad about giving up)? Am I too young to understand the ramblings of the aged heroine?

I will be surprised if any of you have ever read this book, and/or actually respond to any of these questions.

Meester Spahhkle

Well, convocation (last Wed.) was underwhelming, but I got a brand new button which almost makes it an OK loss of 3 hours of my life. The best part, however, was a surprise party my parents threw for me afterwards. I was really surprised, which is novel because I can usually tell when something's up. Also, many people gave me stuff, so it was like a mini birthday that I had to wait 7 years for. (I still can't decide if that's motivation enough to try for another degree sometime later on.)

Mercurys are great. The driveway at our house slopes down into our carport, so we park the truck in the carport, and as we're using the car right now, we park it at the very end of the driveway (where it is still at street level, and only starting to slope down). [Also note, I use the term "we" loosely. While I have access to these vehicles, I do not drive standard with anything even remotely close to proficiency. This means that while I say "we", I really mean "Sheldon".] I left for work early yesterday, this means that I walked to the bus stop, and took that to the skytrain etc... I woke up using the incessant scream of the alarm clock. A couple of hours later, Sheldon woke up using the pleasant crunching noise of the car rolling down the driveway to crash into the back bumper of the truck. This is why Mercurys are great. Our Capri (a Mercury, later bough out by Ford) rolled down the hill and wrecked the bumper of our much newer (not new) Ford pick-up while sustaining very little damage to itself. I know this has to do with physics, but it is kind of impressive that the bumper on the car could still withstand the impact without cracking. The funny part of the story (well, sort of funny) is that Sheldon had to go running out of the house with bed-hair (all spiky and rooster like) to see what happened and all the neighbors were looking out their windows (we live in a cul-de-sac, so everyone now knows that 1) Sheldon gets funny bed-hair, and 2) we forgot to park the car in gear so that it couldn't accidentally roll down the driveway).