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Custodial issues:
After
getting complaints about visibility, I decided to scrap the apples.
One bad apple spoils the barrel of comments. I'm not entirely thrilled
with the new color scheme, since it seems a bit like the background
hides a disembodied diva who will be belting out the words, "Move yo
body, *hwoinch* move yo body," and encouraging us to raise our
glowsticks. But I'll just let it rest for now. The only real problem
is that the page is much more graphic-intensive than before and if you
have dial-up, it will take some extra time to load.
While
I have fun playing with the banner, I've decided that for purposes of
freshness it will be changed once a week Wednesdays. And since I had
so much fun answering questions, I'll call a Q&A session every
other Friday, so Friday after next will be the next opportunity you
have to pick my brain (try jiggling the handle).
It
was such a gorgeous day that when I woke up early, I decided to go for
a walk to clear my head. It's a wonderful thing, walking in the
country. I live near a rural road, and I used to do this almost daily
before I left for the second time. There are no longer any
wildflowers, but the mesquite trees are still verdant (they're ugly as
sin without foliage). A trick I always used to stay creative was to
make up stories about the pieces of litter lying alongside the road.
They say "Don't Mess With Texas" (the slogan refers to litter, for
those of you in the Colonies), but I couldn't be more pleased. Today,
for example, I found a pill . . . what do you call it? The thing you
get from the pharmacy that's full of pills, and it's dark yellow and
made of plastic with a white lid. Not a jar.
Last night, I was feeling well enough again to have coffee. I think it was LonelyFirefly,
and correct me if I'm wrong, who suggested I try the peppermint
variety. Wow. Wow, wow, wow. I'm starting to sound like a terrier .
. . I had a peppermint mocha, and although it cost the earth (nearly $5
for a Venti -- I miss the days of free coffee at Crossroads) it was
delicious! It was a taste sensation! I've not tasted anything quite
so interesting since I had Sprite Ice (which is something like
mentholated Sprite, and probably causes cancer in laboratory animals).
I also got quite a bit of writing done, since I didn't have Blake to
gaze at, despite the fact that shortly after I sat down, a 16-year-old
girl and some of her friends sat down at a table near me.
"My
algebra teacher totally hates me, which is so unfair, like, he calls me
out for talking during class -- I know, right? -- when there are so
many people in there who talk way more than me --" at which point I
wanted to butt in and say only a 16-year-old girl with two heads could
talk more than she does -- none of her friends said a word as far as I
could hear. To make a long story short, I got there shortly after
nine, and at ten-thirty when I left, she was still talking about how
people think she talks too much.
Another Woman
is my favorite Woody Allen film. It's superb in every way. It's also
the best thing Gena Rowlands has ever done. Why can't they make more
movies like this?
I'm
too tired to say anything groundbreaking today. It's Sunday, just past
5 o'clock and already nearly dark outside. Why is it that just when
the weather becomes tolerable, there's hardly any time to enjoy it?
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