Star Trek, a book and karaoke

It appears I took a wee break from the blog this week. It was such a busy week, but I really can’t say definitively what I have accomplished. I can tell you I went to see Star Trek on Thursday evening. Please don’t judge me. I am not a fan, but any excuse to get out of the house is a good one in my book.

Speaking of books (aren’t I always?), I must recommend to you The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing. I’m not going to lie, it was a bit tough to get through in terms of keeping my interest, but the writing itself was fantastic. Sometimes it’s worth it to read a book purely for the writing, and this author has a tremendous command of the written word. Excellent.

I have to be honest I’m having an incredibly difficult time focusing on this post. Michael is singing karaoke in the background, which is not conducive to writing. So far, I’ve been serenaded to musical gems by Cyndi Lauper, White Snake, and Tone Loc. He just told me that this is “Good times, Baby”. I’ve yet to see the “good” in the karaoke times, but I may be reliving post traumatic stress disorder from my previous experience with it. Michael sang Def Leppard’s “Pour some sugar on me” to me in a smoky, backwoods karaoke bar populated by bikers and scantily clad women. You have not lived until you have heard this song sung as a duet accompanied by hand motions. The duet was with another man. Need I say more?

And on that note, I will sign off. My kids are now singing to Hannah Montana. Ok, I lied. It’s still Michael singing. Hopefully, there are no hand motions this time.