I still haven't finished Three Cups of Tea, but I decided to take a break from it today and listen to something light instead. It's kinda convenient, having two iPods, because I don't have to lose my place in one book in order to listen to a few chapters of another. Of course, my Shuffle won't hold most audiobooks in their entirety (too little space), but short books are fine. (Right now my Shuffle is housing The Fellowship of the Ring.)
Rain today. Blah. I went out for a walk when it let up in the afternoon, but it started up again while I was out. I'll be walking around tomorrow, so I hope the weather treats me kindly.
And I haven't been feeling terrifically well. I started having some serious nausea problems last night, and they have continued (on and off) today. Blah.
I painted my toenails purple, but I am once again disappointed by the color, which does not match the color of the bottle. It's more of a mauve than a purple, containing considerably more pink than I expected. I'm not real big on pink. Not since I was about 17, anyway. I'm more of a blue/green/purple gal.
Shannon and I watched more "Prisoner" tonight. I think we don't have many more episodes left. It's been very interesting watching this show, because I can definitely see its influence on more recent shows I've watched (such as "Lost"). My two big problems with the series are:
1) There is little continuing plot. Though we do see the main character change gradually over the course of the series, the episodes don't have anything to do with each other.
2) There are no continuing relationships. It is extremely rare that any character besides Number 6 appears in more than one episode. He has a sort of relationship with the *role* of Number 2 (and with the Village management in general), but a different person plays Number 2 in each episode, so there isn't really any lingering effect after No. 6's interaction with them.
Still, it's quite a remarkable, innovative show. Even just visually, it's really striking. It reminds me of when I read Raymond Chandler for the first time, and I was reading along and I kept thinking, "Man, this hard-boiled detective stuff is all so cliche!" ... but realized that this was where all the cliches actually *came* from. I feel like "The Prisoner" had quite an impact on its genre, too. Okay, not so much of an impact as Raymond Chandler, but still.
Man. I feel like I'm gonna barf. Bleh.