Enjoying the lack of thinking...

[out_there]

I'm not a big romance novel reader, but sometimes the pure fun of sitting back and not having to think, having it all spelled out cliches and all, is very enjoyable. Hence, I'm currently wasting some time reading The Wages of Vice. A little gay bodice-ripper, filled with ridiculous courtly manners and flowery descriptions. Much fun...

Picked up Paul Simon's Graceland on special ($15). Since this is one of the three tapes that lived for years in the family car (the others are Willy Nelson and Hall & Oates, no idea which albums), just listening to it reminds me of family holidays, especially driving past Lake George, for some reason.

Did anyone else know that in the chorus to "You Can Call Me Al", he says "I can call you Betty"? I always thought it was Eddie!

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[ingrid-m.livejournal.com]

OMG, thank you for that link! "Turgid yard", "bobbing phallus" and "Nor did his companion seem at all discommoded."

Discommoded? I swear, I've never even heard of that word. What does it mean? Falling off of a toilet, one is discommoded?

I'm going to love every minute of this work. Thanks!

[out-there.livejournal.com]

I'm fairly sure I came across the link in your journal (or in comments to yours, at least)!

Lots of fun in that tacky way. Imagine, writing slash about romance novels. Really hit the spot.

*sniggers* According to www.dictionary.com, discommoded means to put to inconvenience; trouble, but I think your definition sounds more fun!