Lemony Snicket

I was reading the entertainment section of USA Today over lunch and read a short article about the children's book author of A Series of Unfortunate Events, which is now a movie starring Jim Carrey, Meryl Streep and other famous people. So I decided I need to write a children's book that becomes a national phenomenon read by adults and chilren alike. Because writing a children's book has to be more fun and easy than writing for adults, right? So I did some research on author Daniel Handler, a.k.a. Lemony Snicket. Then I stumbled across an old Slate dairy entry by Handler, and proceeded to read it instead of doing any work. And then I decided to blog about one section I read in it that has helped me to rationalize why i haven't been to the gym all week. And here it is:

So I go to the gym with halfhearted faith, let my mix tape rattle in my
headphones, work up a vague sweat, all the while feeling like I'm stumbling
around some garishly Technicolored outdoor locations, blinded by overdubbed
special effects. It's unconvincing. The treadmillers feel the same way, I can
tell by their deer-in-the-headlights look as they stare up at muted MTV: If I
want to watch R.E.M. videos, why don't I do it at home, with an extra cup of
coffee and the sound turned up, instead of running nowhere, like a pet hamster?
To feel the sand tumbling out of the hourglass by nightfall is one thing, but
the ache of feeling your life Habitrailing away in the morning makes one want to
throw in the complimentary towel.

Yep, that about captures it. Running on a treadmill is like being a pet hamster. So I need to start writing my best selling children's book.