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I stayed up exceptionally late last night listening to the rain, talking about childhood fears with Joel. I had really bizarre dreams, even a few little nightmares as a result. It all started with us discussing our favorite books from our childhood, books I hadn't thought about in years, like Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, Judy Blume's Tiger Eyes, as well as a number of other Judy Blume classics. I have to say that boys who read Judy Blume books rule! My housemate Dan has described himself as "Punk Rock in an approachable, Judy Blume kind of way". Cool! We also discussed the amusement value of dressing up as page number whatever from Forever, but neither of us can recall the actual page number, dog-eared by generation after generation of curious little perverts. This whole conversation started with Joel remembering his favorite book for a while was Fat Men From Space and I told him about Rain Makes Applesauce, which both fascinated and disturbed me as a child. I was really in to Laura Ingalls Wilder up until about 6th grade, which should probably shame me, but I still like those damned books. Rainy days make me want to read.


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Dec. 1st, 2001 02:57 pm (UTC)
Reading rots the brain
Yup, dem ol' childrens' books. It's weird looking back on them, remembering how enthralled one was with them.

I used to have the book-with-cassette of Raiders of the Lost Ark ("You'll know it's time to turn the page when you hear Indy crack his whip, like this... *whi-KICHAK") and I felt all ripped off because the voice of Indiana Jones on the tape wasn't Harrison Ford's (it was a close approximation, but clearly not his). The set had everything else.... photos taken right from the movie for the illustrations, bits of the soundtrack to set mood, a kickass narrator with a hardened timber to his voice,... but that one little flaw turned me off from the whole thing altogether.

Shee-0t, how bratty of me.
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