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I am staring blankly at the walls this morning, so we have a Post Made Of Random. Five things about this morning, etc. You get the picture. I have a Big Music Post and a Big Post About EPublishing simmering in my head. But not today.
* I love Archie McPhee. I used to work in Ballard near the store, and ZOMG it was fun to go down there and play. If I could, I would furnish my whole house with Ikea for the big stuff and Archie McPhee for everything else. I mean, they even have squirrel underpants. Inflatable fruitcake! EMERGENCY YODEL BUTTON!!1! HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS?
* The UnSullen One is now the One On The Nicotine Patch. I have been quietly supportive of this endeavor. I’ll be very happy if this strategy works for him. So far he hasn’t been Mr. Crankypants. I am cautiously hopeful.
* Slight WoW moment. The other day someone was trying to tell me how to auction my blue drops. I was actually affronted and typed the words, “What, you think I’m a noob? Go sell your own drops.” Then I took a deep breath and backed away from my keyboard. I swear, trade chat brings out the worst in EVERYONE.
* I absolutely, positively cannot read books about the Leningrad siege right before bed. It’s just a bad idea. I’ll stick to my Norton Critical Editions. I just finished the footnoted Dracula and am about to read the supplementary material–looking forward to Bram Dijkstra’s essay, in particular.
* This morning our back yard was full of crows. I went out and scattered more bread for them after I finished my workout. One in particular, in the neighbor’s tree, eyed me with what I can only describe was a mischievous expression. This usually means Something Is About To Happen for me on a personal level. It’s nice to have the warning, especially when one can admire the blue sheen on crow feathers and listen to them racket back and forth. If I were forced to pick a favorite genus, Corvidae would be it.
Bonus odd fact about today: the wind has slackened and I’m missing the sound of windchimes. But there are spatters of rain, which is almost as good.
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