As a voice over artist, I excell at nothing if not reading. This may come as a surprise to my classmates from high school, (those who witnessed my education) but it's true - I've read all your prison records and divorce transcripts. (I kid because I love! Those were MY divorce transcripts)
I'm currently reading a book called Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors, by Carl Sagan and Ann Druyan. It's about the dawn of mankind and the series of evolutions, events and mishaps that lead us to where we are today. Very deep. Consequently, I have to break it up by watching episodes of Family Guy and The Colbert Report, to avoid permanent mental despair... because societally, right now it ain't all that great... and it's getting worse, at the approximate rate of decay of Carrot Top's dignity and self-respect.
Anyway, I digress. My goal is to finish that book and start re-reading DaVinci Code before the movie hits, so I can complain bitterly afterward about how the movie just didn't live up to the book. I love complaining, and why not? Reading my compaints seems to keep you entertained. You're here now, aren't you?
Then, it'll be on to my next book, Michael Lewis' "Moneyball," a story of a man's quest to dominate baseball with the smallest team budget in the major leagues. I'm hoping to use the principles within this book to build a second home in Maui with the money I had budgeted for a tool shed in my back yard. Don't tell me it can't be done, or you will instantly be labeled a dick and a liar. While I will be basking on the beach, you will be shoveling ass-deep snow and cursing my name.
So I suppose you're wondering what the point of this post is. Me freakin' too. It's a rambler, though, isn't it?
I just figured I would share my intentions for near-future literary consumption with you, my friends. Be thankful I'm including you, I could be keeping this shit to myself.