19 May 2011

Good Omens

In an effort to rid myself of the email address associated with this blog (because of spam issues, argh), I have moved Platypus Tails over to the blogger account associated with my new email account. Rah.

So from now on, visit me at jessiqatheplatypus.blogspot.com


05 April 2011

All My Friends Are Dead by Avery Monsen and Jory John

This is a small little book that I carried around in my purse for about three weeks so I could show it to everyone I met (I failed by not showing it to Erin or my boyfriend, but no one ever said I had a great memory). It's slightly morbid while being very funny. I really think I need to buy it and continue to carry it in my purse, just so that I have something to accost/annoy strangers with and so that I always have something handy to bring me a smile. Sounds like a good plan, yeah?

All My Friends Are Dead is a picture book featuring the dinosaur on the cover, an old man, a tree and an end table (not friends, after all), and others who find themselves alone in this world. It's macabre, sure, but sweet and funny at the same time. I absolutely love it.

Daddy and I agree that Death ought to have been speaking in all capital letters.* He loved the book. Because of its size, he wondered if I intended to read it to the chicklets at story-time. I said that most of the jokes would go right over their heads, so no.

The next day I showed the book to my mom and even she chuckled though the humor is a bit macabre and she doesn't tend to dig that sort of thing. Jenni of course loved it and was tempted to buy a copy she in the store a few days later.

I need to buy this book. Seriously. Also, I hold it responsible for making "Dangit" so prominent in my daily vocabulary.

* Reference to Terry Pratchett's Death, who is the best Death in literature as far as I am concerned. You also have to imagine that he speaks with Christoper Lee's voice.

Doctor Who

Last night I watched the first half of the "Sensorites" episodes of Doctor Who. This is the first Doctor, William Hartnell. I mentioned this on Twitter and we got into a conversation about how there's a ton to work my way through if I continue to go in order like this. It may be years before I catch up with the current episodes. For this reason, one of my friends found the whole thing too intimidating. I suspect that if someone merely started with the new series (though this started several yeas ago, so it's no small feat either), they'd be okay in terms of understanding the canon. Love was also expressed for the Daleks and their reliably one-track mind. EXTERMINATE! Gotta love it.

Anyhooe, back to the episodes I was watching last night. Like the rest of these early episodes, the sets (aside from the TARDIS) seem to be made of cardboard. I love it. Sometimes the episodes are total crap, sometimes they're pretty good. They run the whole gamut, really. There are time when I think that the real reason I stick with it and watch these is just to hear the theme song at the beginning and end of every episode. Best theme song ever. Truth.

20 March 2011

With a Little Help by Cory Doctorow

[Note: I wrote this review while at work, mostly while listening to the book. As a result the tense varies between present and past. Whatever.]

I’m listening to this on audio. It was a free download and each story is read by a different performer. I listen to it while working in the back at the library. I must confess that since I’m at work while listening to this book, my attention is rarely focused properly upon the story, therefore I can listen to a story and not have any clue what it was about or who was in it. I have found that the reader has quite a lot to do with how well I pay attention to the story. The first one, meh. The Neil Gaiman-read story, “The Right Book,” caught my ear a bit, but the first one I *really* listened to was “Scroogled,” read by Wil Wheaton.

“Scroogled” is about what would happen if Google succumbed to evil. I’m not gonna lie, it made me second-guess my overwhelming reliance on Google products. The thought dies quickly of course, and I am currently writing this in Google Docs. So it goes.

“Human Readable” was very interesting. I have a feeling I would have understood it a bit more if I was listening to it in a place where I could give it more attention, like in the car rather than while working. Again, the reader may have had something to do with my interest. The first third is a love story and then the relationship ends when the woman chooses her career over her love life and moves to D.C. At that point the story follows her fight for getting a new law pushed through, an effort that puts her at odds with her ex. Very interesting how their relationship plays out throughout the course of the story. Also, there’s an Ewok.

I pretty much ignored “Liberation Spectrum” while working, but “Power Punctuation” was dead fun. It’s great and really fast-paced. The story is told from the point of view of a country bumpkin who finds himself moving up quickly within the corporate infrastructure though he doesn’t really understand what’s going on. The story is in the form of letters to his mom. I love his watch that gives him advice and feedback and tells him what he needs to do at work.

I had no idea what was happening in “Visit the Sins.” Something about being able to shut off while being awake and therefore not really being present. This is just the kind of story that would totally hold my interest if I weren’t busy doing actual work while listening to it. This happens all too often for this audiobook, sadly.

“Constitutional Crisis,” much like Felicia Day’s The Guild and some of Wil Wheaton’s blogs, makes me wish I actually knew a bit more about gaming. I never had a game system until about a year ago when I bought a Wii from a friend. It sits in the living-room mostly neglected unless I want to watch something on Netflix streaming. I didn’t play DnD growing up because I never knew anyone who did, though what I’ve learned about the game tells me that it’s totally something I would have been into in middle school. Totally.

“Pester Power” is another story that I only half listened to, yet I still managed to enjoy it. Same goes for “Chicken Little.” There was mention of Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck and a cartoon called “The Stupor Salesman.” This alone makes me dig the story, hahaha. As I picked up with the story the following Friday working in the back, I found that I gave it more attention. This may be because I was working on more or less mindless tasks at my desk enabling me to give more attention to anything I may be listening to.

“Epoch,” is flying right over my head as I read my email. The biggest thought on my brain is how hungry I am, making it hard to focus on anything else really. Thankfully, my lunch hour begins in fifteen minutes. Big Mac Spam sounds wonderfully awesome in that wonderfully frightening sort of way.

“I’m Only In It for the Money” is the afterword by Doctorow’s agent. I dig honesty in chapter/afterword titles. He talks about publishing economics and how it’s total bullshit for the most part. He also hopes that the model Doctorow uses will be helpful for the other authors he represents as well as for Cory in the future.

Parental Advisory

My parents came for a brief visit this weekend. It's the first time they stayed with me since I moved out over two years ago. Mom stayed with me once when I was living in the Heights, but never the both of them together. It was a fun time. Daddy noted that they really should have done this sooner. Duh.

We did a little bit o' shopping and then had dinner. The service was a bit slow, but the waitress got a good tip anyhow. (This always happens when I'm in charge of the tip: I tip a regular 20% even if it's undeserved and I always overtip cabbies because I have no idea what's appropriate for them. Oh well.) We came back here after that and watched a movie. Then Mom went off to bed and Daddy and I played cards--I clobbered him. We watched another movie and headed off to bed ourselves.

In the morning we had breakfast and chatted and all that. Another game was played and Daddy lost with an even larger score than the night before. Poor Daddy.

Then they left.

I finished reading a book.

Then I got bored.

So it goes.

15 March 2011

The Help by Kathryn Stockett

This isn't the sort of book I would ordinarily pick up but I noticed its popularity at the library and decided to make it our February book club selection. When I told the group that we would be reading it, one of the ladies got quite excited. She had already read it, and though she didn't plan on re-reading it, she very much looked forward to our discussion the following month.

I soon understood why. As I said, I would never have picked this book up on my own, but listening to the audiobook in my car had me wishing for longer stoplights and surreptitiously sitting an extra minute or two in the car before turning off the engine.

More people turned up for this book club than for those in the past months. Maybe it had something to do with the weather. Maybe it had something to do with word of mouth. I know of at least one regular who got a new lady to come based on the awesomeness of this book.  Most of these women experienced desegregation and the Civil Rights movement in their own lives. Granted, we're in Illinois, so nothing was so structured as in the South, with the Jim Crow laws. The women shared stories from their own lives and the discussion was indeed quite lively. I easily recommend this book to anyone, especially those like me for which it may be a bit out of the comfort zone.

P.S. "Watch out for the chocolate pie." -- The only input the woman who had already read it gave to those of us who hadn't read it yet. Hahaha.

11 March 2011

Curling up With a Good Book

Today's Bug Comic is me all over. I mean, who can sit in a normal position and rad comfortably? No one, that's who.


10 March 2011

Scat by Carl Hiaasen

I read this book in order to book talk it to the fifth graders at my school. It kind of reminds me of something Michael Crichton might write if he were an environmentalist what with the devious dealings of a corporation, but this book is funnier than Crichton's work. I liked the book and will probably check out more Hiaasen books in the future. Perhaps I'll even learn how to spell his name correctly on the first try. Back to the book talk--I never ended up giving it, somehow or another, but I wrote up some notes to read to the students anyhow:

The book opens in a classroom with a really tough and intimidating teacher, Mrs. Starch, giving a student named Duane (whose nickname is Smoke) a hard time about not having his homework done. The next day the class goes on a field trip to the Black Vine Swamp. Smoke doesn’t show up for the field trip. Smoke’s dad is an out-of-work piano player with a vicious pet Macaw that speaks in three different languages. Nick, a kid whose dad has been posted to combat duty in Iraq, is excited about the field trip and hopes to see an endangered panther while they’re in the swamp. He hears a scream, which he’s certain is a panther and then a fire breaks out. The students are rushed out of the swamp, away from danger, but Mrs. Starch goes back in for a girl’s inhaler. She never comes back out. Days later the police and fire marshal are still looking for her as well as whoever started the fire in the first place. Smoke is the prime suspect but there’s more going on than a simple case of arson. There’s an oil company drilling where it shouldn’t and a stranger who seems to be causing trouble of his own in the swamp. This book is both funny and suspenseful and definitely a lot of fun.

04 March 2011

Time Traveleres Never Die by Jack McDevitt

This book falls squarely into one of my greatest areas of interest--time travel. I think perhaps I watched Back to the Future too many times growing up, but not nearly as often as I watched Indiana Jones. Though I don’t seek out stories with Indy, I seek out stories with time travel quite frequently. Many of my fantasies and daydreams involve time travel (okay Indiana Jones too): Where and when I would travel? Who I would meet? How would I affect a change on history? A great icebreaker is to ask what person/band from the past would you like to see perform live? The resulting answer can lead to hours of conversation. Trust me.

Actually, I started this book on audio in my car sometime last summer and didn’t like the reader, so I stopped after just one disc. A few months later my dad bought the book (though I hadn’t mentioned it to him) and I recently borrowed it from him after he had finished reading it. Before I had begun the book, we got into a conversation about time travel (which is normal for us) and he used an example from the book about the father’s assistant having a heart attack, which was Time/The Universe’s way of preventing her from creating a paradox.

I have this theory about time travel, in which paradoxes cannot exist because if a person goes back in time, whatever he does has already happened by the time he steps into his time machine (or uses whatever mechanism) to travel back in time. In other words, his actions in the past merely fulfil history; they cannot skew it. A great example of this is in the first Terminator movie: Kyle Reese’s best friend is John Connor and Connor sends Reese back in time to protect his mother before he is born. This has to happen. It could not be anyone other than Reese. Reese has to be the one to protect Sarah Connor because he has to conceive John Connor with her in the past. Had he not done so, John Connor would never have existed. Reese fulfilled history in Terminator by traveling back in time. Jack McDevitt appears to subscribe to a similar theory of time travel in this book, though the characters do not initially understand this paradox-preventing view of time travel.

Shel and Dave are the two main characters. Shel’s dad has disappeared and Shel soon learns that he has gotten lost somewhere (somewhen?) in time. So they set out looking for Shel’s dad using the device of his design. The device is small, looking like a Q-pod, which I assume is similar to an iPod. No bulky TARDIS or DeLorean for these guys. This makes it easier to hide their method of travel from the people they encounter on their travels, which proves very very handy on some occasions. (The encounter with Cesare Borgia comes to mind.)

At some point the characters start just having fun with it. They can travel anywhere at any time and they take advantage of this, usually together, but occasionally on their own. At one point they settle down in their seats at the Globe Theatre and chat with the fellow sitting next to them and the play starts. Hamlet. Opening night. I shut the book at this moment and emailed my dad. I was just so jealous of Shel and Dave that I had to stop reading for a bit. Daddy told me that he had a different reaction: he just got more and more eager, his mind racing to what he would do if he had access to such an extraordinary device. Of course, this is what I’ve been doing all my life, but I remained in wonder of the descriptions in this book. There’s a scene at the death of Socrates which actually brought a tear or two to my eyes. I read Plato’s dialogue on the matter in college but I guarantee you I was never so moved by it as I was by the same story here. (Which is slightly blasphemous, I admit.)

As should be obvious by now, I highly recommend this book. It’s not only clever, it’s very well written and just a plain old damn good book. Read it!

26 February 2011

Why Can't Dreams Come True? Huh?

This morning I woke up from a lovely dream in which The X-Files was back on the air. It wasn't the same, exactly. It was sort of a spin-off, but it still had Mulder and Scully in it, so all good. The show had the unique effect of getting my mom interested in the original series, which I considered a surprising and major plus. (Though in real life, it's the boyfriend who I've gotten hooked on the show. Go me.) I didn't get to watch it and only heard of it after an episode or two had already aired, due in large part to the fact that I don't have cable anymore. I was all set to look it up and try to find it online or through the library only to wake up and discover it wasn't real. Dammit.

I think I'm going to go sulk in the shower now.

21 February 2011

Stardust: Being a Romance Within the Realms of Faerie by Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess

I saw the movie a few years ago, so I know the story, but it was long enough ago that I don't fully remember the story, making this reading quite fresh. My library has a copy that isn't illustrated; I'm very glad I decided to get this version instead. Funnily enough, I thought I was ordering a graphic novel and was slightly surprised when I found this. The illustrations fit the story perfectly: This is how it is meant to be read. This, after all, is a copy based on the original magazines.

The story is a fairy tale in every sense of the phrase. It contains fairies and fighting and true love (and the youthful ideal of love) and witches and mysterious strangers and darkness and the light and potty humor and wistful humor and sly humor and intrigue and lies and assassins and fate and magic and all-around fun. Gaiman makes writing look easy, deceptively so. I read this and thought, I could do this. Though I know that's not true. It takes true talent to make word dance and play as he does, and I have never possessed such a talent. The most I can do is make word give an occasional twirl or hop. Nothing much exciting.

I have yet to rewash the film, but I know that Robert De Niro's character was altered a bit and his name changed. Nothing that ruins the story though. I see on IMDb that Neil Gaiman did not write the screenplay, yet the alteration to De Niro's character feels like something Gaiman might have done himself and likely enjoyed in the movie.

I finished the book a few weeks ago during a snowstorm and it left me feeling content in the way that all good books do. The story had a satisfying ending and kept me spellbound as I was snowbound. And really, what more can anyone ask of a book?

07 February 2011

Well what do ya know

This is just a random post since I just downloaded the blogger app for my phone. I have to test it out, you understand. Later today I plan on writing a proper blog on a book I finished last week, but I've got a lot on the docket for today, so we'll just see what I actually get done.

01 February 2011

I get the best spam.

I removed email addresses and last names. It also came with a .rar file which I have the good sense not to open. But the text was just way too good not to share. Hahaha.

from            shem
reply-to            shem
to           me
date            Sat, Jan 29, 2011 at 6:47 PM
subject            himy little woman
good day my love I've done as you asked and all passed.. I just sent everything for you and your aunt.
immediately made a copy of the forms and put it in a safe location.. I do not want that anyone else take your money. I am attaching

a file in which you put all the papers. Western union addressed to you and your aunt. + Document + Declaration of the bank bank. Probably you will need it.
I hope you all have time to get. I wish you good mood my Russian Sweet Girl. )

> Date: Wen, 29 January 2011 13:28:01 + 0300

> From: l
> To: g
> Subject: ???
> holla m y beast men John.
> I am very glad that you answered me. I worried.
> Now I am calm. My love if you gave me your money, then why do not you gave me information about the transfer of money? How do
> I get money without information.
> I ask you now
> send me information about the transfer of money
> to my name and the name of
 > my aunt. I should
> have time to get your money today. I await your
> response.
> PSPSPS you can give me a copy of the documents
> western union. It will be very convenient.
> dear I am waiting for your news.. 

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>> good evening my PussI MUSSI. ) I love you too.!
>> I beg you not to worry. You yourself told me that I gave you the money as soon as possible. I
>> decided to do everything as you requested. I went to western union and began to make a
>> transfer of money for you. After I filled out the paper to send money. Began some problems !
>> manager in the bank started asking me about who I am sending so much money. Why. What
>> is the purpose of transferring money. I began to worry. I asked him why he is asking me. And
>> only after his answer, I calmed down a bit. It turns out it was his job to protect people from
>> fraud. When the money transferred to Russia or Ukraine. All such transfers are subject to
>> special control. Since a lot of girls from Russia asking money from people of my country.
>> But I reassured bank employee and said that I know to whom I give money. And very
>> confident. I was a bit cursed him.! I gave all the money. 3500dollars for you. And
>> 3000dollars for your aunt. Hopefully now everything will be fine.
>> Now you can all get. I wish you good mood my RUSSIAN baby. )

>> Date: Wen, 29 January 2011 16:12:04 +0300
>> From: 2
>> To: g
>> Subject: RE: how are you

>> hi MY lovely John.
>> I told you all the details for the transfer of money.
>> Why are you silent. I worry. You all well ???????
>> I am waiting for your response. I love you !!!!!!!!!

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> > > >  good evening my dear girl. ). In the bank, so good. I signed the papers for that would
> > > >  get cash. For my country, this large cash believe me. Since we use credin card. Is         
> > > >  convenient. And not any big cash. You might think that we have in our pocket millions
> > > >  of money ))))). In my country we have an expression: neither any large cash. With  
> > > >  regard to the bank. I quickly received the cash and filled in the declaration. Now
> > > >  everything is ok. I have not had so much cash in hand))) ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
> > > >  My feet are trying to escape). I see your letter in my Inbox. I got all the data for sending
> > > >  money. waiting for your answer my litle BABY. )
> > > > 
> > > >
> > > >  ----Date: Wen, 29 January 2011 13:28:01 + 0300----
> > > >  From: l
> > > >  To: g
> > > >  Subject: RE:
> > > > 
> > > > 
> > > >  HI m y dear John.
> > > >  This is a great happiness that we with you have helped my family.
> > > >  Now I can continue my paperwork that would be with you. I visited
> > > >  westenr union and they said that you can not send me the whole
> > > >  amount at one time. For this reason, I ask you to divide the money
> > > >  into 2 parts. And refer them to my name and my aunt.
> > > >  That's my name:
> > > >  First Name: Svetlana
> > > >  Last Name: L
> > > >  Country: Russia. Index: 428000
> > > >  City: Voljsk
> > > >  Street: G
> > > >  That's the name of my aunt:
> > > >  First Name: Alevtina
> > > >  Last Name: P
> > > >  Country: Russia. Index: 428000
> > > >  City: Voljsk
> > > >  Street: P
> > > >  Send in the name of my aunt 3000usd.
> > > >  All you need to pass 6500usd. 500 usd husband of my aunt sent to you.
> > > >  He is a very good man. My favorite, I beg you as soon as possible to
> > > >  give money to me here in Russia. After that I will continue training.
> > > >  We will be very happy.
> > > > 
> > > > 
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> > > > > > HELLO my love WOMAN. ).
> > > > > > Today I checked my bank account and olala husband your aunt turned me 7000
> > > > > > american dollars. I phoned the bank and the manager told me that I need to come to
> > > > > > the bank and sign the document. Now I go to the bank that would get your money.
> > > > > > Once I get the money I get back home and I will write to you about it. And only
> > > > > > then I will go to western union and give you money in Russia. Tell me the details get
> > > > > > in wetern union. Now I must flee. I wish you a pleasant day my RUSSIAN baby. )
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Date: Wen, 29 January 2011 16:12:04 +0300
> > > > > > From: s
> > > > > > To: g
> > > > > > Subject: RE:Re: I   l o v e     y o u !!!!!!!!!!
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > HI MY beast men John.
> > > > > > Today I talked with my aunt. And she said that her husband
> > > > > > gave money to your bank account which you gave me. He
> > > > > > gave you 7000usd. Please check your bank account. And if
> > > > > > the money is received, then quickly visit the bank and get
> > > > > > money for me. You can leave a 500usd. A 6500usd send me
> > > > > > in Russia, in order that I could come to you. I am waiting for
> > > > > > your response. I love you. Your little girl from Russia.
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
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28 January 2011

Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen

Warning: This post contains spoilers.

My library's book club met this week to discuss Water For Elephants. General consensus was that it was a good book. We all liked it.

Okay, down to the nitty-gritty. In the prologue we all three believed that Marlena had killed August, and so were surprised upon learning it was actually Rosie. I think the bit that made the surprise so great for me was that the murder is described as having definite intention. The unnamed murderer in the prologue is well aware of what she is doing and that this particular action will result in August's death and that's the result she's looking for. This level of understanding of one's action is something I ascribe to people, not animals, so that's why I believed it to be Marlena. I mean animals kill in anger, like a dog that's been aggravated and attacks the one who's hurt it. There's no thought involved, it's just pure instinct. For this reason, it seemed unlikely that the elephant was the killer in the prologue. Then when I got to the author's note at the end and she described other instances of elephants killing people, I thought that maybe, just maybe, elephants can murder not just kill. And as one of the ladies in my book club pointed out: an elephant never forgets.

One of the study questions I found for the club discussion was comparing Jacob in the book to the Biblical Jacob. I didn't bring it up in discussion because we were running late and I hadn't had lunch yet, and because I don't really remember the Biblical Jacob very well. I remember only bits of his story: That he got super drunk one night and his daughters slept with him (for reasons I don't remember except that they made no sense). This is mimicked in the book with Jacob's night with Barbara and Nell, though thankfully the incest is left out of it. The only other similarity I can draw is how both Jacobs are forgotten or ignored by their children once reaching old age. Again, more similarities can probably be drawn, but I haven't read that bit of the Bible for some time, so I'm not too familiar with it anymore.

Gruen's research is clearly evident throughout the book. She totally and very believably recreated the Depression-era circus in terms of what happened on the train circus and the specialized vocabulary of  the circus. The only word I really knew going into it was "rube." This book introduced me to a new world. I fully understand how Gruen got so caught up in the circus stories that she had to keep researching and drop her other book idea to write about this.

All of us in the book club felt that the ending was apt: Jacob's story came full circle. It's a lucky break, and he had many of those once the Benzini circus fell apart, but it's satisfying nonetheless. A good book and I would totally recommend it to anyone.

17 January 2011


The other day while watching Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, I noticed that Summer Glau was wearing a shirt that I own from H&M. I didn't catch it at first, likely because I don't expect to see my clothes on TV. Also, the shirt looks better on her, since she's a stick figure. But I have bigger boobs, so I guess we can call it even. Hahaha.