"Hear the voices in my head/
I swear to god it sounds like they're snoring/
but if you're bored than you're boring"
Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger
So, I'm through the assigned reading of War and Peace for The Club's meeting on saturday. Strange book. The first section was all dinner parties for Russian nobles, and it was very good. The second section was the first battle between the Russians and the French, and it was boring as shit. Yakov Smirnoff was right, those Soviets are ass-backwards. Also, I had some trouble in parts, because, due to Tolstoy's writing style or some barrier in the translation, I couldn't at times tell if I was reading a satire or earnestness. That's one of the problems with my generation. We drink in irony like water, but we're not too great with sincerity.