Thursday Thirteen #18 : Book Cooties and Mysterious Stains

Thursday Thirteen: Mysterious Stained Books.

I got this idea from reading Mimzie’s Musings, the post “The Public Library Gave me Ebola”. Here are thirteen things that could be staining, polluting and possibly infecting the pages of a borrowed or second hand book. Not meant to discourage anyone from getting library books or shopping at the thrift and second hand stores. I shop second hand myself. Cooties or not, it’s the best way to find older books from writers you like.

1. Ketchup. If you make real ketchup it is not that bright red like a clown nose. I can see someone munching away while reading and having a french fry try to escape into the book.

2. Hair colour. Mine was hair colour. I took a photo of it cause Mimzie has photos of her infected books in her blog post.

3. Lipstick. Not sure I’d like a book quite enough to kiss it but you never know.

4. Insects. They know they are going to outlast us and now they want to make sure they can read too.

5. Blood. Most likely from a paper cut. You know, when good books attack.

6. Blood. Nosebleed. Reading too fast.

7. The remains of a really good latte or some other coffee type of drink. I’ve had it happen. You just put your cup down in the wrong spot and suddenly there’s a dash of the good stuff spilled or dribbled out over the side of your cup and onto something else.

8. Spaghetti sauce flicks. You know what it’s like when you start sucking up those long noodles. Just like tiny alien spaceships setting out to explore the world. They seem to get all over the place.

9. Glue. Someone was working on a cut and paste or other kind of art project and used the book to weigh something down. Left a smudge of glue squished out and onto the book itself.

10. Paint. Just a trick to fool people into thinking the book is diseased.

11. Strands of hair. Its’ not just in your soup any more.

12. Dust, it’s everywhere else did you really think your book could escape? They can’t even run very fast.

13. Ink. Plenty of times I have seen pen ink accidentally or purposely written in a book. Not just those Canadians writing notes about desperately trying to get away from the snow either.

I’m a Thinking Blogger

Thank you Leigh for the Thinking Blogger Award. She even likes my doofus drawings. 🙂

There are a few rules for those who win and pass along the Thinking Blogger Award.

1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs which make you think.

2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme.

3. Optional: Proudly display the Thinking Blogger Award.

Blogs that make me think (not specifying what they make me think about):

Happy and Blue2: Though he stopped publishing his blog (yet again) so I am linking to the Useless Men where his remains linger. Or where he can still be found, pick one. I miss his blog, his little animal stories and especially those family Christmas and renovations posts. He always made me think there was hope, that a real woman really could find a real man and not need to hide the body later.

Rainy Pete: What do you expect from a strange man wearing a red clown nose? His photos will make you laugh in spite of yourself or wish you could have been there to see the scene as he must have seen it. He’s a guy who makes being a husband and Father and living in Hamilton look good. No small task, especially in the case of Steel Town.

Death By Children: I’m new to reading Christopher’s blog. Another Dad, is that some kind of coincedence? He writes long posts with a lot of thought about the everyday things in life. There is humour but often some really interesting bit of truth and male insight.

Jann Arden: Yes, that Jann Arden. She’s a Canadian songwriter, a sometimes fat grrl too and I like to play her CDs cause not many songs can really make me cry and then laugh in a really evil, wicked way. Her journal is really open and I bet she thinks she says too much too easily, cause I think the same about what I write.

Dave MacIntyre: Sometimes I skim, cause I am out of patience for poetry. But, even reading between the lines you catch something of the spirit here with the photos and the poetry. A lot of time and thought has gone into this blog.