Reading Arm

I hope it wasn’t your reading arm that you hurt with self-congratulatory orgy of backpats because you have some reading to do.

Reading to do because I’ve climbed aboard the Shandy Express, no stops until we reach Endsville.  That’s right, twin, the Tristram Shandy  juggernaut that is your twin has almost plowed through book seven as well.  (And, not to give away any spoilers, but this travel metaphor I’ve concocted is very apt).

I just can’t stop…I’m like Jessie Spano on caffiene pills (“I’m so excited, I’m so excited, I’m so…scared “(I break into sobs)).

So no more laurel resting for you (Book V?  I scoff!)

And on a completely unrelated note…wasn’t How I Met Your Mother brilliant last night.  Der Beek!  Robin Sparkles!  That scandalous ending!  I love this show!

A Letter To Volume V

Finished with Volume VI? What?

I was just about to give myself a big ol’ proverbial pat on the back (I tried to give myself a literal pat on the back, but it turns out that kind of hurts, so from here on out I’ll stick to the proverbial brand of back pats) for finishing Volume V. But you have once again put me in my place with your freakishly fast reading of this book.

Now, I had some very conflicted feelings about Volume V, and at times when I find myself with conflicted feelings I find it useful to put my thoughts down in a letter to the conflicting party, and I thought that might be useful in this case as well.

I’ve been working on my letter for a few hours now, and I think I have fashioned a nicely worded, thought-provoking letter, and if you don’t mind, I thought I’d post it here:

Dear Volume V,

What the…?

Your Friend in Reading,

Justin

Now, if you can get past the poetic phrasing and rhetorical flourishes (sorry, I am a sucker for a rhetorical flourish), there is a lot of substance there. Thought provoking stuff, eh, Twin Brother? I will leave you with this to ponder.

Justin