“You don’t write because you want to say something; you write because you have something to say.” –F. Scott Fitzgerald
(Snagged from Whitney Matheson of USA Today)
Best TV show I saw: “The Good Wife.” The “Live From Damascus” episode in season 3, about a class action suit against a software company that helped the Syrian government locate, torture and kill protesers, was particularly compelling.
I also enjoyed: “Criminal Minds.” The “Normal” episode in season 4, about a serial killer who is shooting blonde women as they drive along freeways in Southern California, featured a great performance by the always aesome Mitch Pileggi.
Best movie I saw: “Zero Dark Thirty.” Can’t say I really “enjoyed” the movie, but it felt fairly authentic. As for the famous torture scenes, I believe they were filmed in a way that wasn’t particularly entertaining or sensationalistic. In fact, I expected the scenes to be even more graphic.
I also saw: “The Silver Linings Playbook.” I’m pretty sure I was the only person in the theater who didn’t care for the movie. Normally I love a good romantic dramedy, however in this case, I felt the hero and heroine lacked chemistry. Nor did I believe that if they got together, they would last. Worst of all, I couldn’t connect with ANY of the characters in an emotional way.
Best thing I read: “It’s Been a Good Life” by Janet and Isaac Asimov. I’m about 30% done, and already I find myself wishing he was still around. He would’ve made a great interview.
I also read: “Death Notice,” the first book in the Kat Campbell series, by Todd Ritter. I’ve been waiting for two years to read this novel because it featured a killer who sent a death notice to the local newspaper’s obituary writer (before the murder actually occurred). Unfortunately, I found the story to be formulaic, and the characters too stereotypical.
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My friends have often described me as their “Dear Abby,” the one person they could call in the middle of the night and talk. Much like you, I’ve heard confessions, kept secrets, gave company to the grieving and, when requested, offered advice. Very few actually followed my advice, though these same people would frequently contact me months or years later and proffer the well-worn mea culpa: “You were right. I should have listened.” However, the gift of guidance was only the smallest service I provided. In truth, much like you, I simply tried to help.
So often when I read your column, I’d attempt to figure out how I would’ve responded to the querents were I in your shoes. Then I’d read your letter to see how closely our advice aligned. Despite our age difference, we were usually in the same time zone, though there were a few occasions when I wanted to give you 50 lashes with a wet noodle. Thankfully, whenever you realized you’d made a wrong turn and offered ill-advice, you always had the grace to pick up that noodle and flagellate yourself. Admitting you’re wrong is never easy; doing so in front of millions of people is quite commendable.
When I learned of your death, I felt a real sense of loss. You were an icon, but a quiet one. You were famous without reveling in celebrity, and you never forgot your mission, which was to help people. Like the best writers, you used your wits and talents and common sense to serve your readers; I have always appreciated and admired that.
Your daughter Jeanne published a lovely tribute in your honor this morning. At one point she described you as having “a deeply caring heart, a lively sense of humor and a deep devotion” to all of your readers. She also wrote that you “tried every day to educate, enlighten and entertain and to inspire civility and respect for others.” You succeeded marvelously, my dear, and for that I thank you.
Farewell and rest in peace, Abby. — JADE WALKER
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