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For some reason, all day, the second page back of my friends list is dated Nov.17. The third page reverts to the current day. The posts that have the Nov. 17 listing vary, but the top of the second page is always the Making Light syndication with a link to the article about Village Voice contemplating dumping "Tom Tomorrow."
On another front, there's two-thirds of a good movie packed into five-ninths of "Deck the Halls." (yeah, well, I didn't have to see "Happy Feet," at least) The other four-ninths is repetition beyond the effective point, scatology that doesn't help the story, people stating the obvious, and excesses that don't contribute to the "over the top" feeling.
On yet another front, I'm wearing my emergency backup glasses again which means I can't see a damned thing at near and mid distance. I can take off my glasses for the very near, but the middle distance, I have no way of coping with. The middle distance means the computer screen. Far stuff is fine. I always put my glasses in the same place on the bedstead as I climb into the bed. Sometimes I don't qujite reach the bedstead shelf and my glasses end up in the pillows. I tore my bed apart but didn't find my glasses. I hope I do. The only other time this happened I found my glasses the next day, tangled in my favorite "crunchy blanket" which I usually crunch up into a pillow shaped thing and sleep with just like a child sleeps with their security blanket.
Anyway, this time I've already shaken up my blanket and it's not there.
I never lost my glasses. My keys, my phone, my shoes, my bills, my checkbook, money, jump drive . . . but not my glasses!!!
on yet another front, all of a sudden I have lots of ideas for Marek and Jackson stories. I kind of think they might get boring if I wrote them all, though, because almost all of them end the same way. I do know of at least one that doesn't end with Jackson walking off, congratulating himself for not getting involved with Marek, and Marek moping: it's sort of more perverted than I usually write, though, so we'll see if it really gets written the way I think it goes.
Americans are really weird. We didn't stop the Israelis from blowing the country to bits repeatedly -- but we fucking airlifted 300 stray dogs and cats to be adopted here.
On another front, there's two-thirds of a good movie packed into five-ninths of "Deck the Halls." (yeah, well, I didn't have to see "Happy Feet," at least) The other four-ninths is repetition beyond the effective point, scatology that doesn't help the story, people stating the obvious, and excesses that don't contribute to the "over the top" feeling.
On yet another front, I'm wearing my emergency backup glasses again which means I can't see a damned thing at near and mid distance. I can take off my glasses for the very near, but the middle distance, I have no way of coping with. The middle distance means the computer screen. Far stuff is fine. I always put my glasses in the same place on the bedstead as I climb into the bed. Sometimes I don't qujite reach the bedstead shelf and my glasses end up in the pillows. I tore my bed apart but didn't find my glasses. I hope I do. The only other time this happened I found my glasses the next day, tangled in my favorite "crunchy blanket" which I usually crunch up into a pillow shaped thing and sleep with just like a child sleeps with their security blanket.
Anyway, this time I've already shaken up my blanket and it's not there.
I never lost my glasses. My keys, my phone, my shoes, my bills, my checkbook, money, jump drive . . . but not my glasses!!!
on yet another front, all of a sudden I have lots of ideas for Marek and Jackson stories. I kind of think they might get boring if I wrote them all, though, because almost all of them end the same way. I do know of at least one that doesn't end with Jackson walking off, congratulating himself for not getting involved with Marek, and Marek moping: it's sort of more perverted than I usually write, though, so we'll see if it really gets written the way I think it goes.
Americans are really weird. We didn't stop the Israelis from blowing the country to bits repeatedly -- but we fucking airlifted 300 stray dogs and cats to be adopted here.
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