Quitters never win

Big Daddy has given up on Autobiography.  He had two more pretty good ejaculations (tee hee!) over SPM's writing but then he just ... quit.  There was no big pronouncement he just sort of let the book fall by the wayside, like I've done with The Master and Margarita.  The difference is, of course, I'm really enjoying The Master and Margarita but got distracted by life (and the literally seven other books I'm reading) whereas Big Daddy just hated SPM too much to keep going.

The best complaint came when Big Daddy and I were reading in bed.  I don't know what I was reading, it could have been any of the aforementioned eight books.  Big Daddy said, 'ugh, twat.'

'What's he done now?' I asked.

'Oh, for fuck's sake.  He's complaining about how no one would give him a job.'

I laughed and Big Daddy read a passage from Autobiography where SPM laments the fact he couldn't get hired at Target while in America, even though their only requirement for employing someone is they had one working eye.

What a cock, guys. I can't even get behind this snobbery and I'm the biggest snob ever.  Or second biggest, apparently.  I pointed out that if all these places that would hire anyone still wouldn't hire SPM maybe he was the fucking problem.  I mean, Jesus: I wouldn't hire him, either, with an attitude like that. 

So I'm not sure if I'll continue the blog for much longer.  I have a few things I want to discuss (like SPM's fans and how they conveniently ignore his crazy bigotry and that SPM/Diana conspiracy - I still don't know what that's about) but beyond that?  I'm not sure.  Let's face it, I am pretty hilarious but blogging is shouting into the void.  We'll see.  I'm sure next time SPM goes on tour or releases a new album I'll have something to write about.

And just in case you're wondering, the books in my list are:

The Sewing Circle: Hollywood's Greatest Secret - Female Stars Who Loved Other Women
Grade so far: C   Too much focus on Garbo.

Breakfast at Tiffany's and another collection of Truman Capote short stories.  I've not started these yet but I better get a move on.  They're due back at the library soon (or are overdue).

The House of Leaves
Grade so far: A  It's a lot of work so I've set it aside until I have nothing else to read

The Secret Race
Grade so far: B+  I love scandal so this is ace.  Plus, Lance Armstrong seems like a dick.  I like reading a book that supports my assumption.

The Master and Margarita
Grade so far: A  I'm not sure why I haven't torn through this one.

And two other books I actually can't remember.  Oh. one of them is The Secret History and I'm not sure about it.  Obviously I don't think that much of it if I can't even remember I'm reading it.

The other is The Virgin Suicides which is obviously excellent because it's by Jeffrey Eugenides.

I'll be OK if I don't decide I need to re-read Dune.