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A partial picture of me so that you can see the dye job, and that my eyes are no longer creepy zombie eyes.
Excuse the slightly loony look on my face. That’s what happens when you raise one eyebrow in an attempt to look cool and above it all.
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One of the things I had to do Saturday after The Big Reformat was download the newest version of Eudora, so that all the components would be in a single file, because that’s how I like it (and also, that will make it much easier when I have to back up all the important stuff before the NEXT reformat. Because you KNOW it’s gonna happen). I thought I pretty much had it set up the way I’d had my old Eudora set up, until I was emailing with Nance yesterday and Eudora got all old-lady tsk-tsk on me.
Obviously Eudora doesn’t know Nance. It would probably take WAY more than that to offend Nance.
Later, I was adding people to the
Go Fuck Yourself page, when another one popped up.
I feel like Eudora’s a creepy old lady hovering over my shoulder, reading my email, and threatening to tell my mommy on me.
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Speaking of the Go Fuck Yourself page, if you emailed me to be added in the past 6 weeks or so and didn’t get a confirmation email yesterday, you need to email me again, because I’m somewhat certain that I lost some of that email in the transition from old, crappy hard drive to new, reformatted hard drive.
Speaking further of the Go Fuck Yourself ‘burb, I think it’s probably not out of the question that one day I will receive an email from the spud requesting to be part of it. The thought both amuses and horrifies me.
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Sunday morning Fred went out to run some errands and do some shopping, and when he got home I saw that he had a Books-A-Million bag.
“Did you buy me anything?” I asked hopefully. He reached into the bag and pulled out
The Ultimate Weight Loss Solution, by Dr. Phil.
Close your email clients, angry people. He knew that I wanted to read it, but just hadn’t had a chance to go out and buy it. I started the book Sunday night, and about ten minutes in I was just wishing it was OVER. I need to do a more in-depth entry about it over at OneFatBitchypoo one of these days, I suppose, but unless you’ve read and enjoyed other Dr. Phil books, I don’t recommend it.
I’ve listed the book on my
reading list, but I don’t think I’m going to rate it, because I’ll be the first to admit that right now I have a big chip on my shoulder regarding Dr. Phil, and I didn’t read his book with an open mind, and it wouldn’t really be fair to rate his book with an “eh”.
Closeminded with a big chip on my shoulder, that’s me!
I do have two books to recommend, though, if you’re looking for something good to read. The first is
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon. It’s an absolutely charming book written from the viewpoint of an autistic 15 year-old, and I loved it even before I read the line “I can’t do chatting.”
At one point I turned to Fred and said “I feel like I’m reading a book about you.” Highly, highly recommended.
The other book is one that a reader saw on my wish list and sent me about a year ago,
Plainsong, by Kent Haruf. The thing about this book is that it is such a simple book, and I didn’t expect much from it, but I was charmed and drawn in from the very first page. When I finished the book (and it left me wanting more, the way good books do), I immediately went online and added his other books to my wish list, and can’t wait to buy and read them.
Heh. I’m such a good book reviewer, aren’t I? Why didn’t I just say “Books good. Me like!”?
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Oh, and speaking of books, I have to mention the craptacular
The Last Victim. I read it while I was in Maine, thinking to myself “The boy corresponded with John Wayne Gacy and other serial killers. How can this NOT be a gripping, thrilling read?”
Well, let me tell you, it was dull as dirt. Total yawnsville. Stay away, folks, stay away! My sister-in-law made the mistake of picking it up and beginning it after I’d finished it, at which point I felt like I couldn’t really say “Oh, don’t bother. It SUCKS”, because what if it was just me? What if I just couldn’t see the amazingness (is TOO a word) of it?
Turns out it WASN’T just me. Poor Lee!
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He’s a pretty Spot. Yes he is!
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