Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Getting Things Done or Fifty Shades of Grey

Only a couple of days ago I put in an order with Amazon for a book, it's called Getting Things Done by David Allen.  Perhaps I'm a little sad but I now can't wait to open it up and get started.  It's like the thing!!  The thing!! To organize my life and make sure I do what I need to do, all those things being held in mid air as if nowhere to go, just waiting to be started, or finished or in some other state of flux but without the word required in English to describe them, besides my own procrastination. It's exciting.  Yes, exciting.  Books do this to me as well.  Any book about a subject I am interested in will make me happy.  In the meantime, Sparkling has texted me she is interested in a book.  Then asked if I had heard of it, Fifty Shades of Grey.  Nope.  It means nothing to me (oh Vienna - Ultravox song). 

Out of a interest I immediately had a look on the internet to find out what this book is she has taken an interested in.  Great.  Bloody great.  The reviews indicate it's a woman's porno book.  Or rather slightly more tasteful woman's literature porno.  The reviews are mixed, some indicating it isn't as well written as it could be but still a book worth reading. Well fifty shades of grey, blue, pink, red, purple, doesn't make it any better if the colour changes, is not up my street.  Further I could see why it's useful to have a Kindle, where you can read discretely any porno you like, but apparently Fifty Shades of Grey has been running out of the shops and into womens handbags all over the place.  They are not afraid to brazenly hold their porn up to the light and be seen reading it.  It makes me feel a bit of a prude.  So much for being anonymous.  If you have a desire, let the world know it.  No matter what others think.hold your paper backs high, especially if you're  a woman.  Men would rather buy theirs off the top shelf, put it in a bag and look at pictures in privacy.  Men don't do so well with words, we're all imagery, visual.  It's what gets the blood going. Sitting in a chair in privacy, and all I want to do is get things done.  Maybe I'm reading the wrong literature altogether.

Think I'll just go and pick up the Beano.

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