So. Atwood, right?

I KNOW, I know, I blog at strange hours. I have the most upside down sleep schedule of anyone I know, but it keeps me on my toes. My blog now, at just-past-seven-o'clock-Sunday-morning, is actually the blog for Saturday. Keep up, kids, let's hold it together. Choo-choo!

Anyway.

So I didn't make much progress with Atwood this time around. She's the boss, applesauce, but I don't know how much I dig her style. I like reading between the lines as much as the next person, but I feel like I should do a little bit more research on her life before I can actually know what the hell she's writing about. So far all I'm getting are feelings of isolation.

Oh, and that female empowerment thing. Good ol' Wikipedia says she was well known as a feminist so I must be heading in the right direction. Watch, I say all this about not understanding or knowing what's going on and when I'm finished with it I'll be in love. I, dear friends, am a sheep.

OH, AND GUESS WHAT! Jurassic Park was on the Sci-Fi channel tonight. I shit you not. The book was way better. Tch, as if that was even a question...