Last weekend there was a gigantic sale at a used-book warehouse in Tulsa. So Friday was a hunting trip with Mom and Courtney - and it was a pretty good one. A rough count: Four hundred books total, including twenty cookbooks, about fifteen relating to words and language, about fifty histories, and maybe sixty religious books. So I raced through seven books since Friday. Two of them were devotionals on finding spiritual aspects in Narnia and Napoleon Dynamite to discuss with youth groups, and another was a fantastic history of how pop culture and the Presidency intersect(particularly since this is an election year...and what little knowledge of candidates I have comes from Saturday Night Live...)
One of those books was Phil Vischer's memoir Me, Myself and Bob; his account of the rise and fall of Big Idea and VeggieTales. It was hard to read at points, knowing what was coming when the company fell apart, but the "building up" was amazing. He met Mike Nawrocki when they were teammates in a college drama ministry focusing on puppetry! (I just finished writing an essay about SWAT, so this was an even cooler fact to discover.)
School is going fine so far. Nothing amazing, just more of the same. In addition to all that reading, I was able to get most of the homework I needed to done, so that was a good thing. Scriptwriting is a weird course.
Caleb and Dad watched the conference championship games Sunday, so it'll be the Broncos and the Panthers in Super Bowl 50, I guess. I'm waiting for the Daytona 500. And the Olympics. Now I need to get back to more homework; the Flyers-Capitals hockey game is playing on the TV for background noise.
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