Only two of them are. The rest are innocent bystanders pulled into the relational fray.

So your 5 books are converging topics, right? They’re symbiotic in nature?

I can’t do more than one book at a time. But right now, my head threatens to explode as I hold the contents of *five* books I’ve just read and all their interconnections in my head for posts I’ll be doing about them. Glad I didn’t post each one as I finished them or I’d constantly be revising the damned posts, boring everyone.

Mostly Dude looks at his kids and thinks “Well, done.”

indulging in that kind of pointless escapism never even occurred to you

I watch “So You Think You Can Dance.” Does that count? (But don’t ask me what I’m thinking about when I’m watching it because it might negate your answer.)

Should I start arguing against the concept of “heaven” just to get everyone else looking the right direction down the track, or is the train already in a heap at the bottom of the canyon?

Well, it’s not like I offered a prize to whoever gets it. Plus, I’m still percolating on the question itself, much less the answer.

Knowing you, indulging in that kind of pointless escapism never even occurred to you. When’s the last time you spent a few hours doing nothing constructive at all? Damn. I bet you think you’re Edison and only need to sleep 15 minutes at a time, too.

I tell ya, we just need to have a love child to combine my laziness with your type A-ness and we’d have the perfect mix! (Don’t worry about fighting over who gets to be on top–it’s all moot since we’re short a sperm between us. 😛 )

You know. . . you’re helping me to totally hijack your thread here. Should I start arguing against the concept of “heaven” just to get everyone else looking the right direction down the track, or is the train already in a heap at the bottom of the canyon?

And actually, I’m stuck right now, totally in limbo because emotionally I’m still with Vanessa and Eric, but I need to be vesting myself in Mitch and Cassie. Yet, the big conflict is not coming together in my head. I know what it is, but I don’t know how to execute it yet.

Last but not least, I have been ordered (*ahem you know who you are TwitterCrank*) to read Fight Club. Apparently, the movie is a far inferior product.

There you go. Hence, I turn to my comfort read for some literary stability in my life. You want I should read Marx?

Right now I’m doing something I almost NEVER do: Reading 3 different books at once. It’s kinda driving me to comfort reads. And yes, THAT is a comfort read. 😉

Sorry, but I couldn’t even get past the source to figure out the question. You’d think I’d have the sense to stay out of serious discussions, wouldn’t you? 😛