You Don't Have To Take My Word For It

My days have been very busy recently. Filled with lots of summer reading! I read some interesting books. One about World War II, one about a lake, and one about fish. But none of them caught my interest as much as the one that you see to your right.Yes, Space Lawyer is the book by acclaimed author Nat Schachner. Or as I like to call him, Natty Schach. Talk about a page turner! I got it free from a used book sale because, get this, NOBODY WANTED TO BUY IT! Can you believe that? If the space part didn't sell them, you'd at least think the lawyer part would. But I was lucky enough to get my hands on it. It reads a lot like a John Grisham novel except that any important nouns are preceded by the words "space" or "cosmic." (i.e. space boots, cosmic office, Space Laywer [d'uh!]). I encourage you all to read it and take this literary romp through space with a lawyer. I won't give away the ending to it, but I will tell you this much: It happens in space! If my descriptions doesn't tingle your interest, then perhaps this exerpt from the novel will:

"Simeon Kenton was an irascible man. He knew it; the far-flung thousands emplyed by the Kenton Space Enterprises, Unlimited, knew it. But only his daughter, Sally, knew he worked hard at being an irascible man. And that increased his irascibility to such a pitch that he could only glare and sputter unintelligible words.
Old Fireball was his nickname because of his habit of staging explosions on the slightest provocation. He exploded now."

Want to know what else happens? Then you'll just have to read it! And please, don't ask me what irascible means. I think it's a space word.

But aside from books I have been reading many other great things like signs, newspapers, and most importantly cereal boxes! I took the liberty of adding a photo of my favourite one. It's from Frosted Flakes (not Frosted Flakes Frosted Flakes, but the generic brand Frosted Flakes. Read: no tiger). I know that there isn't necessarily much to read on the back of this box, but everytime I look at those kids covered in all of those sporting goods I say to myself "Uh-oh! It looks like the retarded kids got into the equipment locker again!" And is there a better way to start your day than disparaging retarded kids (and cereal boxes)? If there is, I don't even wana know about. Hopefully this picture can bring you the same joy that it does me. Enjoy, and good morning!