he does do a little running as I recall. but it isn't a book about marathons, per se. for that you want the loneliness of the long distance runner. which is about stealing from a bakery. or is that les miserables
"the miserables," as I call it
anyway different books are more similar than you think

(had to catalogue a copy of marathon man once. first I went straight to the dentist scene, for a pull quote & to remind myself to go to the dentist. then I said to myself, Is this just a book about dentists, doesn't he run any marathons at all? so I read forwards & backwards from there to find out)

in spite of having read at least one, maybe two, if not, indeed, all three of them
never going to remember again, either
you can keep your long runs & your walking men
those are also things!! but you'll never find out what from me

I enjoy the parts where the dull-witted future goons holler old-time celine dion songs at each other during a road trip & the slightly sharper witted goon slowly dies of old-time sonic unpleasantness in the back seat. that's realism, to me

this is the goopiest show I ever saw
I mean emotionally. there are also many literal vats of pink goop. but they do not concern me
all the goopy montage song choices are quite bad
sounds like a computer trying to replicate the sound of a bad dream about sarah maclachlan told to them by a third party

presumably because they have all been "4-D printed"
4D printing is big in the future. it's the same as 3D printing, but it sounds different
& is applicable to human beings as well as trousers
(the fourth dimension is haircuts)

like you are probably so naive you think every combination of leg shape & waist placement has been done already. but all the women wear these indescribable like unwrinkling conical kneeless tapered stirrup pants that flow & break in sickening non-euclidean fashion
oh it's so upsetting

anyway I am reading Harvest Home. at last
the threat of rural folksiness what with its dropped terminal 'g's & its ravening female sexuality doesn't have the chill for me it does for some. but it's always nice to punish a city boy for buying a house
nobody's even started to build a wicker man yet

the dc corporate catered sandwich is a shameful object
it floats in a miasma of staleness & sin
redemption comes to the sandwich only in the moment it takes flight, a willing weapon in the hands of the righteous. we bear witness as it ascends. as it becomes

& you know what, I used to think that being vampirized when you had a bad haircut would be a terrible doom bc you'd have it forever. but actually, if it all grows back at once when you sleep not little by little, it would be great. imagine, a new haircut every day! immortality could never get boring

I also like the absolute fit lestat has when his mother gives herself the same practical short haircut everybody else's suburban 50 yr old mother gets at least once. deal with it lestat!!

they made fun of the wizard lady for her own lunatic wizard bathroom mythology
and they should have, they were right to do it
but this
problem is you might think Oh sure, that makes sense. but then you are compelled as the day follows night to think about all the ways in which it doesn't make sense

tech guys are the only ones will never be immortal because the only way to achieve it is to read a lot of books, and they do not know how
contact me for a full reading list & a frank assessment of your worthiness. it will cost you

anyway I don't know what this "deathism" thing is about, it sounds pretty stupid to me. but the idea that death, like work, is something we only do because we think we have to, and if we didn't believe in it it would go away, is not new. sure why not
being in trouble is a fake idea, et cetera

in an effort to shame her I have called her "basic" & asked if she wants a pumpkin spice latte next time I go out for something. to go with the bach
she is pretending not to know what any of that means

how do I know what she enjoys
well, ordinarily I come within three feet of her napping & she goes into a defensive posture as if I am in the habit of stealing her pillow out from under her (I am not, she has no pillows, this one is mine. so it would be impossible)
her typical bachless attitudes: