Thursday, November 29, 2007

More more

I have gotten at least half of the known Christmas shopping done. There are always unknowns, hence the disclaimer.

But for all that is holy on this earth, I ask Bed, Bath and Beyond to burn/bury/slay the scented pine cones at their front doors. Gag inducing stench. It is truly horrid, and the cinnamon(?) oil must be in the air, because I can still smell it, 45 minutes later. Why would anyone put those in their home! My head still hurts from the smell.

But more shopping is complete, so that is good. The gifts are jumping out at me, and I know exactly for whom I will purchase them. And luckily, almost all on sale. It is good.

I am going to make pizza for dinner, because I want a very casual evening. I don't have to work until next Tuesday, and that is good too. Writing group tomorrow, so I had better get critiquing those poems.

Have a great evening!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007


From Choriamb, and I don't even wear perfume, but I think I would wear this. Awesome. And I know it wouldn't make me sneeze, because library smells, and for that matter used book stores, do not make me sneeze. Most perfumes do however.

Saw Evanescence last night. Plus Sick Puppies and Julien-K who opened. Evanescence was fine, Sick Puppies were how music should be played before a crowd, and the third, oh well. They tried. Actually they didn't and that is what annoyed me. They had the lights on the audience, so the singer could see those that adore him, not caring if we couldn't actually see him. I was annoyed. He was annoying. You aren't the rock star you think you are in your dreams. Harsh, I agree, but so was he!

But Sick Puppies rocked, liking a rocking thing, and Evanescence was doing her job. Good for her. The only other annoyance came later in the evening when I noticed some jock guy and some blond girl having a go at it on the main floor. Luckily my daughter (her first rock concert) didn't notice this. Get a room. You were not impressive IMO. Anyway, fun was had by all, hopefully including the blond. Wasn't sure exactly about her. He seemed proud though. Eww

Days are nearing an end for Nablopomo. Amusing name if nothing else. Oh speaking of amusing, line of funny poetry I spouted during dinner: my son's smile rises/ like yeasty dough poofing up... I made me laugh anyway.

Have a good evening. I am going to crash onto the couch.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

At least I don't look like a zombie

::is flailing around::

That would sum up my mood nicely. I should go and read or something. No news here. Have a great evening.

/daily Nablopomo. Just a few more days.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Velvet and chocolate

Not nearly as decadent as it sounds. The velvet for bacteria plating and the chocolate is scented soap. The soap is for my daughter for Christmas. She loves chocolate, so I can not imagine her not liking that. I really hope it smells like real chocolate rather some chemistry experiment gone wrong in New Jersey. I say New Jersey with impunity, because the scents that accompany most of our products with fake flavours and smells are concocted in New Jersey. I will let you know in a few weeks how it smells.

I didn't start Christmas shopping early, but I have tons done. I have never racked up such good savings either. I have even gotten some things on Amazon, just to have around, because they will eventually be someone's gift. So cool.

I am eating spinach and tortellini right now. It is delicious. In a bit I go and get my hair cut. My ever growing at such a rate it becomes annoying hair. And as much as I like my hairdresser, the disconnect between her idea of styling hair and mine are very different things. She does a great job, but I want my hair to look flawless with no work, and she knows that one has to work at ones hair. Hence the disconnect.

Have a great day!

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Cheating again

I stole my name on blogspot. Not going to do anything with it, but it is mine! Mine!

I feel a mood coming on. Just in time to go the grocery shop. Because one can't be without bananas. Or some other logic. I will plug in my ipod and listen away ignoring all those around me. Dance party between my ears. "Oh pardon, I didn't hear what you said. I was dancing." It is a good strategy for people to leave you alone.

And in other friendly news, well none really. Have a good one. ;-P

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

So as I said in a reply on the previous post, yesterday was a day of smells, that hearkened forth many memories. Talk about an arrow to memory. Scents and smells (I distinguish) are just that.

We went to a hockey game, and on the way there we had to fill up the tank of the minivan at the gas station. There must have been gas on the handle of the pump because when my husband got back in the car he stank of it. Let us just say that I think gasoline is the worst smell in the world. Yes I know it is one of those love it or hate it things. I place myself firmly in the hate it camp. But additionally, there was also a grey sky, with looming snow clouds. When I was a kid, a car my parents owned occasionally had the smell of gas surrounding it. There were always grey skies in Windsor (the curse of the Great Lakes IMO). This atmosphere coupled with hunger is how I remember late Saturday afternoons when I was a kid. We all would go grocery shopping (I don't know why) and by the time all of the errands were done it was nearing dinner time. So hunger, smells of gasoline and grey skies absolutely merge and place me back in my childhood on Saturday afternoons. Plunk. Luckily I had the last slice of the pumpkin pie before we left so I wasn't fully there. Funny how smells do that.

Then when we got to the hockey game, unfortunately there were families all around us who were cigarette smokers. I am allergic so I am completely thrilled I had the presence of mind to have taken some Benadryl before we left. If I hadn't that smell would have led to sneezing and wheezing. Not a pretty sight.

They had wine at the game so I bought a glass. The word glass is extremely generous to use. It was a little plastic cup, with absolutely no support. Not much more than a dixie cup. I was not impressed. So by the time we got to our seats, up and down all of those stairs, we took at circuitous route to our seats, at least of quarter of it had been spilled. I was annoyed. At least it did not burn my hand like hot chocolate did at ice rinks when I was a kid. I distinctly put burned mouths and ice skating together, because they always were. The scent of thick hot chocolate, the smell of crunchy winter ice and the light of snow, another memory. Even now when I burn my mouth, I think of that outdoor ice rink where we used to skate.

At least the game wasn't annoying. The local team lost. I sometimes know what the score will be. I knew they would lose and erroneously predicted a 7-4 loss but the reality was 3-1. I think. I wasn't paying that close attention by that point. The bongo drummer guys had taken off their shirts by the end of the game, so I was distracted. That really does liven up hockey I have to admit. There was also some other guy shouting "Just fight!" That was amusing too. His honesty was refreshing. Some people say they don't like fighting in hockey, but would everyone stand and cheer if they didn't like it? I don't think so. Heh

Other smells of the evening were Parmesan, Zamboni (I am not sure this was an official Zamboni, but close enough), general hockey rink smells, hotdog, popcorn. On the way home only a hint of gasoline, and skunk. Which I didn't see, but smelled about a half a mile later. There was a deer strewn all over the road, but it was fresh, so not yet scented. The car it seemed to have totalled was by the side of the road, and a few minutes later we saw an ambulance zooming the other way. I hope they were okay.

All in all a very scent filled evening for a short trip to a hockey game. Have a great day!

Friday, November 23, 2007

Hardly any lines, just like my recent poetry writing

Just got back from the mall. We were only there about an hour and a half. Got a bunch of deals for gifts, and am pleased. The mall was crowded but not as much as expected. I found a parking space immediately, mostly the result of good timing. Pin point accuracy is the management skill for shopping today.

Now I am going to go and eat stuffing for lunch. I love stuffing. It makes me happy. And we are deciding about a hockey game tonight. I know it won't be the real thing, lights and strobes and filler, but I know that going in.

Have a great day, black not withstanding.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

No throngs for me

Bacon and peanut butter sandwiches? Does anyone remember a bacon and peanut butter craze in the 70's? Because my husband claims to and I replied eewww. Because that would be disgusting. Same time peanut butter cups came out. I don't like those either so I doubt I would have noticed any craze. I have yet to google. They talk about google fu but I worry about google fear. Just eewww. What you really don't want to know.

Happy thanksgiving to those that celebrate. The plans seem to be going well here.

Shopping tomorrow will not be. I have checked the flyers in the newspaper and there are no sales large enough for me to bother to get out of bed to arrive at the stores at 3 or 4 am. Plus it is finally cold here. So I really doubt I will do that. I will have to check to see if the stuff that looks potentially purchasable will be available online. No throngs for me.

Have a great day, and thanks for reading. I appreciate it very much!!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Impotent cranberries

Well that was disappointing. Half the joy of making cranberry sauce is listening for the pop when the cranberries explode into sauciness. They didn't. More like one or two little sighs. I want a pan full of popping cranberries!!

I noticed this year that the cranberries were smaller, not nearly as plump as previous years, but I didn't think it would be an issue. But just now, while cooking them with apple cider (trying something new), no poppage.

The pumpkin has cooked nicely, and is cooling. I will whiz it in the food processor shortly, and leave it to drain. I have found that drained pumpkin makes much smoother pies than those I haven't drained. I do fear that there mightn't be enough for one whole pie, so I might have to get some from last year's stock still in the freezer.

[I think Impotent Cranberries would be a great name for a band.]

Have a great day!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

[insert title]

[Insert complaint about hunger]
[Insert complaint about not writing often enough]
[Insert complaint about neck hurting]
[Insert complaint that I haven't thought of yet]

How's that sound?

It was foggy today, so that was cool. I love warmish fog. Not the cold stuff, because ewwww cold! But the gentle, sometimes blowing in off a lake, sort of fog. I love that. We rarely get it here, and I miss it. I was reminded about fog horns today, and apparently I miss those too. As beautiful as the prairie is, and it really is, some of the grand gestures nature makes are welcome. The quiet prairie sometimes needs the booms of thunder just to rouse it up a bit. Like thunderstorms during snowstorms, again the clash. A good thing. There could be snow tomorrow, so a thunderstorm amongst that would be lovely.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Distant tarnished mirrors

Last night a question prompted me to go searching through my box of stuff from college, and eventually towards the bottom of the box, I found all my old poems. Oh my. Thank god I never had a place to post them anywhere back then. I would have I betcha. I was young. That will the excuse I use, because, I was young. I also found my old diary, and for that too, I will only say, I was young. ::pats head of younger self::

Interestingly, despite the fact I did not write for years, this diary did chronicle how much I loved to write (which I had forgotten), and how I felt about several of the poems written. What was amusing, was that there were poems sprinkled throughout the diary, seemingly whenever they would pop into my mind. There was little editing from thought to finger to pen to paper. I laughed several times. Some are still true. I can look at them critically now, and much of their content: angst and angst. There were a few good lines I think, and I might steal a few of them for the present day. We shall see. One was published in the university newspaper poetry section, and another was published in the yearly poetry journal they put out. Oh my.

Also, interestingly, at least to me, is I know exactly the reason I stopped writing, nothing traumatic but definitely a reason. Now that I am writing again, I wonder what that does to the meaning of that reason. I don't care really, but I am looking at it Cheshire Cat like. Appearing and disappearing at will.

Have a great day!

Sunday, November 18, 2007


Last night I worked editing the story that was critiqued at writer's group. There is some freedom to be found tearing a page and a half off your 13 page story, and seeing the strength that emerges. I sort of knew I should, but to actually cut it away was invigorating. It really revitalized the story. For that advice, I am very glad!!

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Into the black

I am contemplating doing early morning Black Friday shopping. I have only done it once before and considered it a compete waste of my time. The savings wasn't great enough to get out of bed that early. But some of the things that are rumoured to be on sale this year make me consider it. Desktop computers for $199. Perhaps for my daughter, I don't know. Anyway, I will wait and see, and then see how tired I am after Thanksgiving. I betcha I won't.

I bought Bill Bryson's book, Shakespeare: The World as Stage. So far, just in one chapter, very typical of him, readable, and quite enjoyable. I am not sure how much new there will be, but what the hey. I didn't know about the Nebraska scholar who went to England back in the day, and discovered yet unknown facts about the Bard. That is kind of neat. Yay us! But then he went mad, made a fortune and died rich but unhappy. He should have stuck with the Shakespeare scholarship. Oh well.

Have a great day. I am going to consider Christmas, and how that shall be.

Friday, November 16, 2007


I am so tired. It was a busy day at work, and I am finally home. Exhausting, yet oddly refreshing because the things I did today, are the things about my job that feed me and make it tolerable. Yay for that.

I have my edits sitting in front of me, but sadly I haven't the energy right now to do much about it. The pull between this is a new thing for me. Doing what I have to do vs. doing what I like to do. I have heard people speak of such things, but until the past few years I had never experienced it.

So the weight of tired I will allow to sit heavy, for now. Have a softly joyful evening!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

We write and we eat

Today at writer's group we decided that in addition to writing, and critiquing we would keep track of what we eat, so I offered this blog space to do so. I hosted today and had tapenade, crackers, an assortment of cheeses, torn fresh bread and this dip.

Hot artichoke dip
1 14 oz tin artichoke hearts, drained and finely chopped
1 cup sour cream
1/2 cup grated Parmesan
2 cloves garlic, finely chopped, or more to taste, or teaspoon of garlic powder
salt and pepper to taste

(Optional: Green onion/scallions are also good in this. Finely chop 1/2 cup and add)

Mix all ingredients and put it in a shallow oven proof dish. Small pie dish works well. Bake at 325 for 15-20 minutes until bubbly.

Serve with crackers, or veggies to dip.
I served this with my fake Mai Tai recipe (Limeade and spiced rum). The lime cut the smooth of all that cheese! Cheese makes me very happy. It always has!

I have tons of commentary, which is oh so welcomed. I can't wait to start reviewing and revising!


This is an awesome post. I am not sure if I agree with everything it posits about the suburbs but it raises hugely valid questions. I am not sure if any specific designation as a city can be described in any one way. There is evil and good in any area. I think it is a class issue rather than locale. I know people who are living in poverty in the suburbs, both morally and financially.

I was raised far from the suburbs, but am now raising my children in them. Suburbs do soften life, I will admit that. It physically and literally removes you from blatant poverty. Often times people feel they have risen (artful choice of words to describe that escape from poverty don't you think?) out of poverty. In my most recent education last week, in New Orleans that was, is a true fact. You are on higher land when you have money. You are not flooded. You have literally risen.

I realized back in the day that purchasing a car removed me from poor life. I stopped seeing certain aspects of poorer life once I owned a car. I just did not see it any more. I think suburbs do that too. You just don't see it any more, and if you don't know to look, or know where to look, gone. But again, not necessarily different from a rich person who lives in a penthouse removed from the street.

Again it comes to character. That can be had anywhere. I think the more wealth one has, it is even more important to know where to look, and to choose to continue to look. The padding of money allows one the choice, if they choose, not to look. And if one chooses not to look, that IMO is evil. I am trying to raise my children in the suburbs, by trying to show them how to look past the padding of a suburban life. I will admit it is hard, as most parents want to shield their children from harshness. I can only hope and try that the character they, we forge is enough to get past the padding.

Fascinating stuff. Thanks and have a great day!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007


I was able to switch writing group to tomorrow. I was supposed to host it Friday, but I have to work that day. I went and got a bunch of munchies: some cheese, spreads, crackers and some crusty bread. I will make the hot artichoke dip I love. You bake it after it is mixed, and it is addictingly good. I don't even like artichokes that much, but this is excellent. A case in point where the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. I think I will serve this with my spiced rum and limeade drink. Yes, weird too, but really delicious. Sort of like a fake Mai Tai.

They will be critiquing my short story. It is weird (woohoo a theme), it is a journeyman story, an angel of sorts who falls, is found, and can't wait to go back to spread the word. Hehe Touches on the power of authority, the resulting blinding of following authority for no just reasons. I think I could probably expand this into several stories, and I might. I will see what the response is tomorrow. There are precursor stories, and stories that could follow, and more from the two characters definitely. In my head anyway, how that translates into, you know, words is always the challenge.

Have a great evening.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Clash of the organized titans

Today I noticed something I had noticed before, but it was especially obvious today. I am fascinated with how people line up with what they know, where they see safety in how others whom they think believe as they do. They fall in line with that comradery because it verifies their own world view. Everyone does this of course, but I noticed today especially how one person totally glommed onto the other because they thought they were of like minds. I guess why I noticed it especially, is because they lined up in the other camp than I would be in. Watching them verify who they are, by joining forces was interesting. How these two people will eventually get along, if they do, is still to be determined. I know one of them pretty well, and I could see that the odd comment the other was making will be their downfall. How their like mindedness only goes so far, and the very thing that they bonded over will be the thing that tears them apart.

Human interaction is always interesting. Always. Even when you vehemently disagree. On the topic of my trip last week, I was sharing what I saw when there, and a person with whom I generally disagree on all topics said she agreed with me on the said topic. But her reasoning was completely opposite to mine. She and I came to the same conclusion, but her argument I found repugnant. It is just her conclusion I completely agreed with. How we humans can do this I find fascinating too. Strange bedfellows as the saying goes.

Again, the fallout, whatever it will be, will be interesting. I will take my ZEN post-it note and hug it close.

Have a great evening.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Domestic talk, real time...

The fellow that is installing our new dishwasher is here right now. He is removing the old one as we speak. It had a recall on it, so it was in our best interest to purchase a new one. Apparently, this one doesn't even have replacement parts any more. So the option of repair, which was given to us, isn't actually possible. We wouldn't have qualified for it anyway, because we had used that fluid you can use to keep spots from appearing on your dishes. The recall had to do with fires starting from that part leaking. Anyhoo, so he showed me how to show "proof of destruction", so we can get our rebate. Also, I was quite pleased that it isn't as gross as I feared under the dishwasher. There is a little open bit near the corner, and dust and stuff would regularly pile up there.

As you can see I am...oooh, the old one is now out and he is going outside to "prep" the new one.

Live blogging dishwasher replacement...ok, it will try to think of something else for today.... more later.

Sunday, November 11, 2007


Yet another reason I love Crooks and Liars.

File under lord help us. given that seems to be a huge part of the problem /upsetting talk

I hope to get some writing done before skating/grocery shopping. They skate, I go grocery shopping. I haven't done a full shop in a while, as I was gone, so our larder is lardless. Actually not true, I have some old lard from two Christmas' ago, when a recipe I wanted to make called for lard, and I could only purchase it in a four pack. So I have three left over, not to be used. I wonder how long that stuff keeps. Probably forever.

And even though it means nothing to anyone, I am in full support of the Writer's strike. Good for them. Also, I am enjoying the picket lines that are shown in print, on the internet and randomly on tv. Just nice to see writers out. In public, not in their office caves writing. It is excellent to put faces to that industry. For people whose skills keep them tied to a computer this opportunity gets their numbers out, not hidden away. They don't have the visibility of the actors, or directors, so this is an opportunity for them I think.

That is enough procrastinating! Have a great day.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Finding Marlowe

Prompted by the PBS In Search of Shakespeare marathon this morning, I dug out some Christopher Marlowe poetry I had about. I had never read Hero and Leander before. Have to say, great. Loved several of the lines especially.

And whose immortal fingers did imprint
That heavenly path with many a curious dint
That runs along his back; but my rude pen
Can hardly blazon forth the loves of men,
Much less of powerful gods: let it suffice
That my slack Muse sings of Leander's eyes;

This is truly beautiful I think. I always try to find the writer in the art, I know, a weakness. But sometimes it sits there plain.

Glister'd with breathing stars, who, where they went,
Frighted the melancholy earth, which deem'd
Eternal heaven to burn,

Awesome. The word gister'd, variation of glistened is so much harsher, next to breathing stars. You can't get much better than Eternal heaven to burn,

The PBS marathon said that Marlowe said that what you love will end you, or something approximating that. I agree completely. Your heaven will burn bright, sometimes more than one can hold.

Await the sentence of her scornful eyes;
Hehe, the reader looking down at his page!

What we behold is censur'd by our eyes.

He must have enjoyed rewrites!

That is all. Have a great evening. Off to reread.

late notifications, crashes, and pants

Good morning. You know the housing market and companies are having a bad time when you receive this in an email:

We are experiencing a delay in the production of your Mortgage Account Statement. We estimate you will receive your statement within 15 days after the posting of your last payment.

They can't even get the mail out. Jeez. I wonder if I sent my payment like that, it would be a problem.

I sent my short story to writer's group yesterday. I hadn't read it in a week or so, and I am still happy with it. I think the ending might short shrift the characters some, but when you feel other stories popping out of your story, it doesn't feel wrong to do that. Although if it is supposed to be stand alone, then yes, it is.

I opened a poem file, but it crashed my computer, so I took that as a sign, to just let it be a little longer. Word is acting funny. Heh.

Have a great day. I haven't a clue what is on the agenda today, except maybe pant shopping for the kids. They keep growing ;-)

Friday, November 09, 2007


I haven't gotten into the Nablopomo groove yet this month. Distractions following me around. I am home now so that should help. I am very much tempted to take the week following next off work for vacation. I will see how my work load looks next week.

I am hosting writers group next week. I hope to edit the short story some today before sending it to them. I thought I brought a copy on my business trip but I did not. Don't know what happened to it. So nothing done. I have today, so no worries.

I have cleaned the bathroom, the living room, but I have yet to unpack. I did steal the coffee that I bought on my trip into the kitchen though. It is sitting on the counter. The rest of my very full suitcase is lying on the bed. Luckily I haven't been upstairs all morning to notice, so go me! I usually unpack in the laundry room, because that is the logical thing to do. I don't like doing things twice. But I brought my suitcase upstairs to get it out of the way.

I might make cookies later today if I have enough sugar. It has been a very long time since I have done that. Shocking really.

Lunch is calling. Have a great day.

Thursday, November 08, 2007


[insert a post for yesterday]

Oh well. I was busy. /excuses

Well, I was.

And as you can see the content in this post, is wildly entertaining. I will be heading home today, and hopefully the flights will be smooth.

I am not a particularly comfortable flier, as you know, heights. I huddle during takeoff and peek during the landing. I watch the flight attendants with an intensity of many suns. Only once have I seen them scared, and that did not please me.

As to writing, I did a teeny bit when I was bored during the events that I worked at here. I got the first line of a poem too, but then was interrupted. Oh well...

Have a great day!!

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Telling time

Vicky's Daily Virgo Forecast
Quickie: Your own time is fluid today, but in a group you must abide by the majority rule.

Overview: It's a good day to make purchases, especially if you're going in on them with someone else. The combined judgment should yield a great investment, or at least a solid addition to your collection of stuff.

I love how the waves of time feel different to different people. How time passes, and how we feel it pass. Kinda cool! Today for example may pass slowly, and I expect it to. Whether or not I can fit in shopping is yet to be decided. That would be fun. I am going to consider a city tour if I can find one that isn't hours and hours long. A shorter 1-2 hour tour would fit my schedule exactly.

If I can find someone to share my expenses, all the better. Have a great day.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Little things

As much as I will miss the tv shows during the writer's strike, I feel slightly guilty for enjoying seeing writers on the news, out, being writers, on strike. You never get to see writers out and about, so these news clips bring me some guilty joy!

Certain mail delivery services, that I will not name, ought to learn to read addresses. And people at these addresses should not accept packages for people they do not know. Because those people then do not get their packages. Simple really.

Beignets are delicious! They don't need all that sugar. (Thank you person who reminded me about these.) It was too late in the day for their coffee, so I bought some French Roast to bring home! Yay.

Valerie Plame's eyes must roll back in her head because she so often has to explain herself repeatedly in front of stupid people. How far can eyes roll I wonder.

I shouldn't click around trying to find NBC. There is no NBC on this hotel network. There almost full circle. Have a great evening.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Cop out post, but at least I didn't mention the weather

The cold that I thought was developing doesn't appear to be worsening. I said that last time, two or three weeks ago, and it got worse. So let us just pretend that I didn't write that first sentence.

I will be traveling for work for the next four days, so I will try to stay posting. We shall see.

I am bringing my laptop so I will also attempt to get some writing done. Again with the we shall sees.

Have a great day!

Saturday, November 03, 2007


The pizza is in the oven baking, so this will be quick.

When we were kids, sometimes on Saturday evenings, after dinner, when the whole family was watching tv, Dad would decide that he wanted pizza. He knew the fellow who managed the Little Caesars pizza place in town, and he would ring up and order an EXTRA- LARGE pizza. In my mind's memory, it was so big. When it was delivered my Mum would put it on the orange footstool (yes, orange! This would have been in 1970 maybe)in the middle of the front room, and we would eat it, gathering a slice from the open box. Sometimes with paper plates and sometimes with no plates at all. Maybe just napkins.

I watched Good Times earlier today on tv, and was reminded of hours watching tv when I was a kid. These Saturday night pizza feasts were always fun. It was slightly rule breaking I always thought, to eat so much even after dinner, and in the living room to boot!! Once dad even made pancakes. It is he who enjoys cooking between my parents. Mum does it for maintenance, and Dad did it for fun. The difference between the have to and the want to.

Have a great evening!

Friday, November 02, 2007

Randomize me

That is a whole lotta code for a little picture.

Time the bullier

I am not as busy today as I was yesterday, but the failed trip to Home Depot just now put time back into a rush. It seems to me that a store that big should have multiple wattages of halogen bulbs, rather than just the one, which lead me to believe I was purchasing the correct bulbs. Oh well. I did my own check out, which was an interesting new experience. Like the library, only this version with money, and no books. The clerk was lurking, so I really didn't do it on my own. I think the clerks looked as if us noobs to the new system hadn't a clue. If she had let me read the equipment before taking the bulbs out of my hand, I am sure I would have figured it out. Kinda defeats the purpose IMO.

In other news, writing group is this afternoon. The one lady's two short stories. Read one, very cool, and just printed out the other.

I might go and purchase a dishwasher after lunch. Our recall rebate coupon is almost expired. See, time takes over again. Oooh, a theme for the Title of this post. I write my post, and then write my Title, so it writes itself. Using time for my advantage thank you very much! Last year's Nablopomo had time as its theme as well. You feel time more as you get older, therefore it becomes a thing. In youth, you don't think about time therefore you don't feel it. But then one day, yes even that fast, you feel its presence, and you know. Errr. I haven't decided what the theme will be, but I have a feeling it will decide for me. Themes are like that!

Have a great day everyone. I am off to hunt halogen. It is elusive!

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Is this enough?

Not doing Nanowrimo because I know my limits. But last year in November I did Nablopomo, which sounds funnier. So I might again. We shall see says the plural me! I thought I would sign up to note my efforts in the blog that was logging them last year, but now they have put together a new site, and that means registration, and double posting, and then I thought to myself: "Are you sure? Now this is not gonna be pretty. We're talking violence, strong language, adult content."

Speaking of Whedon quotes, he is at it again. On tv again. Or will be. Yay! I fear this because fantasy girls, and broken Faith, but I look forward to it more. More here.

Other book group tonight for a book I haven't read. Wine and cookies if nothing else. Maybe I can get a quick see of the book first, so I won't absolutely be clueless.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Have a great day! *g*