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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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