Is Clarifying Randomness a Paradox? (or From “Pie to Glambert”)

People that follow both of us on Twitter keep telling us how funny our conversations are. Which confused us very much because this is just how we talk.


A typical conversation on Twitter between us:
@TheyCallMeT_: Tomorrow’s a holiday, I can sleep in!
@gojeannie: Great! Maybe you should eat pancakes.
@TheyCallMeT_: what is with your sudden interest in pancakes lately? You’ve had them three times this week already, once for dinner.
@gojeannie: They are nom good. Almost as delicious as Jeremy Renner.
@TheyCallMeT_: OMG, did you see the gif I tweeted you? It’s this Avengers/Glee AU where Tony and Steve are Blaine’s DADS. Isn’t that All Kinds of GREAT?
@gojeannie: SO PERFECT. I totally see it. Dude, I’m currently obsessed with nutella, did I tell you?
@TheyCallMeT_: are you putting them on your pancakes?
@gojeannie: ...genius! What would I do without you?


Conversation elaborated for dramatic effect, in the event of an actual twitter conversation between us there would be many more mentions of Jeremy Renner and/or Darren Criss. (only short excerpt, this convo could go on and on and on with talks about books, movies, tv shows, celebs, music, fashion, RL stuff ie)


Do you ever do that train of thought thing in your head where you think of something:

Pie.

Then you take that thought and go to another level with it:

The crust is definitely my favorite thing about pie.

And from there it just kind of escalates into something that bears no resemblance to the original thought at all:

The word “crust” reminds me of that goop that’s in the corner of my eye in the morning after I’ve fallen asleep and forgot to take off my eye makeup.

And then it starts to frightenly devolve:

Eye makeup. Guyliner. I wonder what my hubs would look like wearing guy liner. Would he be more Adam Lambert or Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day?

And that’s how you go from pie to Glambert.

Well if that’s ever happened in your head then you kind of get where most of our conversations on Twitter can go. Not that we make any apologies for it, we just want to make you all well aware that following us or this blog may spiral your path of thinking into the depths of confusion. “WTF?!” is a perfectly logical reaction to most things we say. I do believe there was a conversation once about the taste of unicorns. I do believe we determined that they taste like Darren Criss. (Or was it Darren Criss that tastes like unicorns? We may never find out) Mmmm, Darren Criss...nom nom nom...

And...we’ve explained nothing. Yet, again.

WTF?!

Daily "Squeeee!"

Today, I got a letter from New York. Seeing that I life in Germany I don't usually get mail from New York so I was of course curious to see what it was.


Inside was this: 

A letter with the Penguin Group header, "signed" by Dutton Books and a signed bookplate from John Green!!!


You probably wonder now how I came to get this so below is what happened.

The backstory: 
Back in June 2011, John Green announced that he would sign every copy of the first print of his new book The Fault In Our Stars (which is supermegafoxawesome and Jeannie will actually write a real review about it now that she FINALLY read the damn book). (See video here) This means about 150,000 books to be signed until November. So of course everyone went and preordered and anxiously waited for the book release in early January of this year.


As a big John Green fan I, of course, went a head and preordered the book. Sadly, my copy arrived unsigned, as did a lot of other copies order from Amazon UK and Amazon DE. John Green did something amazing tho. After signing all the books he went ahead and send out signed bookplates for everyone that preordered but didn't get his signature.

So this is the very much uninteresting tale of how I came to get a letter from Dutton Books. If you have NOT read The Fault In Our Stars yet (or any other John Green book) WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? In case you are still not sure if you want to read it, here is a video of John Green reading the first chapter and also the second chapter.

Review: If I Stay/Where She Went by Gayle Forman

originally posted here

 In a single moment, everything changes. Seventeen-year-old Mia has no memory of the accident; she can only recall riding along the snow-wet Oregon road with her family. Then, in a blink, she finds herself watching as her own damaged body is taken from the wreck... A sophisticated, layered, and heartachingly beautiful story about the power of family and friends, the choices we all make—and the ultimate choice Mia commands.

Review: The DUFF by Kody Keplinger

originally posted here

DUFF: abv. for Designated Ugly Fat Friend; Term men use to describe a fatter, less attractive friend, a woman brings with her to a party or social gathering to make herself look better by comparison. In some cases the more attractive woman will not "put out" for any male, unless one of his friends "takes one for the team" and "hits" the Duff. -- from UrbanDictionary.com

Seventeen-year-old Bianca Piper is cynical and loyal, and she doesn’t think she’s the prettiest of her friends by a long shot. She’s also way too smart to fall for the charms of man-slut and slimy school hottie Wesley Rush. In fact, Bianca hates him. And when he nicknames her “the Duff,” she throws her Coke in his face.

But things aren’t so great at home right now, and Bianca is desperate for a distraction. She ends up kissing Wesley. Worse, she likes it. Eager for escape, Bianca throws herself into a closeted enemies-with-benefits relationship with him.

Until it all goes horribly awry. It turns out Wesley isn’t such a bad listener, and his life is pretty screwed up, too. Suddenly Bianca realizes with absolute horror that she’s falling for the guy she thought she hated more than anyone.

Review: Amy and Roger’s Epic Detour by Morgan Matson

 

originally posted here 


Amy Curry thinks her life sucks. Her mom decides to move from California to Connecticut to start anew—just in time for Amy's senior year. Her dad recently died in a car accident. So Amy embarks on a road trip to escape from it all, driving cross-country from the home she's always known toward her new life. 

Joining Amy on the road trip is Roger, the son of Amy's mother's old friend. Amy hasn’t seen him in years, and she is less than thrilled to be driving across the country with a guy she barely knows. So she's surprised to find that she is developing a crush on him. At the same time, she’s coming to terms with her father’s death and how to put her own life back together after the accident. 

Told in traditional narrative as well as scraps from the road—diner napkins, motel receipts, postcards—this is the story of one girl's journey to find herself.

Review: Delirium by Lauren Oliver

 

originally posted here

 Before scientists found the cure, people thought love was a good thing. They didn’t understand that once love -- the deliria -- blooms in your blood, there is no escaping its hold. Things are different now. Scientists are able to eradicate love, and the governments demands that all citizens receive the cure upon turning eighteen. Lena Holoway has always looked forward to the day when she’ll be cured. A life without love is a life without pain: safe, measured, predictable, and happy.

But with ninety-five days left until her treatment, Lena does the unthinkable: She falls in love.

Review: The Sky is Everywhere by Jandy Nelson

 

originally posted here

There were once two sisters
who were not afraid of the dark
because the dark was full of the other's voice
across the room,
because even when the night was thick
and starless
they walked home together from the river
seeing who could last the longest
without turning on her flashlight,
not afraid
because sometimes in the pitch of night
they'd lie on their backs
in the middle of the path
and look up until the stars came back
and when they did,
they'd reach their arms up to touch them
and did.