Sunday I was able to finish the book version of Inkheart. In it, Meggie is a twelve year old girl who loves books nearly as much as she loves her dad, Mo, a renowned book repairer/binder. She misses her mom, even though she has no memory of her, as she left nine years ago. One rainy night, an odd man named Dustfinger appears at their farmhouse, he upsets Mo (who he calls Silvertongue) so much that they pack and leave the next morning, taking Dustfinger and an odd book that Meggie had never before seen to an eccentric book collecting Aunt in Switzerland. It turns out the Mo has the strange ability to create things from books when he reads out loud, nine years ago he was reading the book Inkheart and three characters appeared, Dustfinger, a thug named Basta and an even worse thug named Capricorn. To balance this gift, when something comes out of a book, something must go in, nine years ago it was some cats, and Meggie's mom. Needless to say, Mo doesn't read out loud anymore.

Capricorn has taken a liking to the 20th century, and has gathered as many copies of Inkheart as he could, and also gathered someone with Mo's gift, almost. His reader is not as good as Mo, so he sends his henchmen to get Mo, to have Mo read more friends from the book.

I'm not as unique as I think I am. At first, I liked Juno, but not that much, at times I found her behavior obnoxious and too much a smark aleck. I suppose it's because my oldest D is close to her in age, and sometimes attitude. Also, it was almost too twee, veering a little too close to a quirky Wes Anderson tribute film. Finally it reminded me of Brick in that I don't know any teenagers that talk like that. But, it grew on me as I watched it, and watched Juno become less a smart ass, she lets down her guard a bit and becomes an insecure teen dealing with adult issues. I guess this is a pretty darn common reaction. It will be a contender for my top five list of 2009.

In death news, an uncle died this week, he was riddled with cancer and barely hanging on in hospice. I wasn't expected to go the service, and it would be very hard to go for both days, so I didn't. In other death news, the service for the ten minute old was hard, at least with old people they got to live a full life. The food was okay, this church has done better funeral dinners.

We got a lot of snow Wednesday, close to a foot in places. It brought out a lot of foolish behavior, you know, people who think their 2wd vehicles will just levitate through snowplow packed ridges of snow higher than their axles. Seriously people, it's Rochester, it snows, get a 4WD or shovel the end of your driveway. The schadenfruedenist sort was the two young dudes with the big black pick up track, should have spent a few grand more on 4wd, or shoveled, or bought some tubesand. It's garbage day too, trying to navigate narrow city streets while dodging big garbage and recycling trucks made it interesting, but all the girls made their buses.

Wednesday night's driving was bad too, I ended up driving an hour to go straight to my dentists, to put my permanent crown on. The crown didn't fit, so the prying off the temporary, removing temporary cement without novacaine and all that was a waste, two hours of my life gone for nothing.

I'm off to find some RAM, we're celebrating my dad's birthday Sunday, and he wants his HP to be faster.