So you may recall that I enthusiastically adored the movie Stranger Than Fiction (previous post here). I had an in-depth conversation with my hairstylist gal yesterday about it whilst she snipped; she also loved a movie called “The Prestige”? Hadn’t heard of it, but now I’ve Netflixed it. The effeminate gent (read: corset, ribbon around his neck, and more makeup than me on prom day) who owns the little salon was also going on and on about how fat Kate Winslet was (obviously he doesn’t drive a Jaguar) but how he’d “do” Salma Hayek. It was an interesting conversation.
Anyways. All that to say that I now have a copy of the Stranger Than Fiction soundtrack (which was a very very good compilation) to give away to one of you lucky cats. PLUS you get an engraved travel mug, to use on your mind-numbing commute to your staid job.
Here’s how I want to run it. In keeping with the plotline of the movie, in the comments I want you to tell me: If you were writing a book, what would the title be? That’s it, just the title. Think about it and let’s see what you got.