Yay! Another "Maunderings" post! Pretty soon, if they don't already, my Maunderings category will be lengthier and strengthier than all my other categories combined. Especially USM of the Week, which lasted for exactly one week and has exactly one post in it and has been getting inexplicably high numbers of hits the last few days.
And now to the celebrities. (Just what you've been waiting for!) Really, I am not a celebrity-watcher; we don't watch TV news (except for the Daily Show o' course), so I don't have the exposure to showbiz "news" that apparently 99% of the world feeds on. I do read the tabloid headlines at Safeway, though since we now do most of our grocery shopping at Trader Joe's, hooray!, I have less and less opportunity to keep up with Brangelina and the ever-popular Lindsay Lohan. Go Fug Yourself is, of course, a regular stop on my daily Web rounds, so I know much much more about famous people's clothes than I do about the famous people themselves. I was also recently introduced to What Would Tyler Durden Do? (thanks, Sam!), which is entertaining but so incredibly mean-spirited that I can only take it for a couple of minutes before I have to go take a breath and light a candle and listen to some Cannibal Corpse to purge myself of the vicious energy.
Anyway. I was thinking about Britney Spears this morning in the shower, and not in a kinky way. I was thinking instead, rather sadly, about all the "OMG she's so fat" and "freakish whale-woman" comments about her that have been going 'round on the Internet, and about how, really, at this point she looks very much like me from the neck down. Like, I could be her body double. Saddlebags, jelly-belly and all. Poor creature. Is she really that fat, or is she just not so freakishly emaciated as she used to be/every other Hollywoodian continues to be? Maybe she'd look thinner if she were to invest in a bikini that fit her, rather than digging into her soft pillowy hips at a most uncomfortable-looking angle. Or, you know, put on a shirt and a pair of jeans like the rest of us. Our bodies are thick and shameful! Let us hide them!
Which got me thinking about my favoritest famous anorexic, Mary-Kate Olsen. I like the girl. I really like her. I mean, I don't like her enough to rent New York Minute or anything, but there's something in her stoop-shouldered heavily-eyelinered look that just speaks to me. I bet she'd really be kind of interesting to hang out with. And I die a little inside everytime Go Fug Yourself trashes on her outfits... really, I kind of dig her sartorial weirdness. She's the goth girl of the red-carpet set; you always gotta root for the goth girl. And she always looks a little sad, and we all know sad people are the best.
And now, our third and final celebrity: Robert Jordan. The best-selling fantasy author passed away on September 16 of cardiac amyloidosis, a rare disorder that caused the walls of his heart to thicken and eventually fail. Born James Oliver Rigney, Jordan published three thriller novels under the name Reagan O'Neal before finding incredible success with his long-running Wheel of Time series. The first volume, The Eye of the World, was published in 1990; the eleventh, Knife of Dreams, was released in 2005. He was still at work on the twelfth book, A Memory of Light, at the time of his death.
I read the first two or three books of the series several years ago before my interest faded, largely because I'm not much for long-long fantasy series in general. Though his writing wasn't necessarily to my taste, he must have been doing something right to sustain the passion of millions of fans for over fifteen years.
In Powell's today, I stopped by the shelf where his books were displayed. Powell's is singularly good at keeping up with book and author news, frequently taping clippings to the shelves along with useful information like the names of the authors' books and the order in which series were released. There was what I could only describe as a miniature shrine too Robert Jordan today, complete with a bio, news clipping and tiny banner that read "Requiescat in pace." Rest in peace, indeed, Mr. Rigney.