These old bones and of course a book review.

I had a pretty nice and way too short weekend. I feel like the last three days have been spent in a time vortex. Friday night the eight hours I spent at work seem to have lasted just shy of infinity and then the past two days flew past like wind through the sun roof on a gorgeous faux-spring day. I worked on my van some and seeing as how I'm neither a mechanic nor a handy-man I didn't accomplish too much but I did manage to clean my battery cables and get my battery looking nice, so that's something. I watched the slam dunk contest Sat. night it was pretty entertaining and watched The Big Lebowski which I thought I would like so much better than I actually did, dude. Saturday night also found me fighting a headache most of the evening, worse one I've had in some time. It's mostly gone but ever so often it hints at wanting to hurt again. I think perhaps it's something in the air. Pollen? Maybe. Sunday found me trying to watch the Daytona 500, I like racing but it just takes way too long to finish a race so I usually end up napping and reading during the race. I really don't like the new style of racing they're doing this year with the two car drafts, a car can't do anything on it's own and they have to wait until the last lap to make a move. So I watched it, but just sort of. Sunday afternoon Alex and I played a few games of back yard b-ball, he won two out of three, and it was lots of fun and good exercise. Of course old man that I am I spent Sunday evening watching the NBA all star game with an ice pack on my knee and today I can barley make it up and down the stairs. The NBA all star game was good, in the second half. The first half the East didn't really play too much and it was just the Kobe Bryant show, Lebron came back from half-time fired up and made it a close game. The West still won however and Kobe still got MVP, but at least it was a game.

Now on to the books. I finished The Sandman volume two The Dollhouse this weekend, very, very creepy. I'm not a fan of serial killer stuff and this one was chock full o' them, it really wasn't my cup of tea throughout much of it but Gaiman made it all alright toward the end. I believe he used the killers (he even says as much when Morpheus confronts the Corinthian) to mirror the darker impulses of humanity. Not sure where this comic goes but I'm sure it will be twisted and interesting.
I also finished reading Like Water For Chocolate by Laura Esquivel. Good book and very different than anything I've ever read, our heroine Tita unwillingly infuses the food she cooks with the emotions and feeling she has as she cooks them. This is a love story, where love isn't an emotion but a force of nature and God help who or whatever tries to stand in it's way. While there were parts of this book I wished had gone other ways overall I loved the way the writer takes you different directions and leaves you hoping and pulling for Tita, and the ending... wow. That's all I'm going to say. The style of the book is unique as well, it's written as a cook book with each month holding a different recipe that's tied to the events going on in the chapter.