Kat Coble posted the other day about the coming release of The Sims 3. I have a love-hate relationship with The Sims. I love playing with Sims because it’s fun and I could sit there for 15 hours straight every day playing with them. I hate it because it’s fun and I could sit there for 15 hours straight every day playing with them.

I actually broke myself of the habit not too long after The Sims 2 came out. My computer couldn’t run it very well, so I never really got it into the second version, and much later on when I had a computer that was sufficient, I just never installed it. I went back to playing with the original edition for a while, but eventually I kicked the habit… not without having spent countless more hours building a couple of new neighborhoods though.

That actually was the best ever Sims period I had because that was when I built the Twin Peaks Sims neighborhood. I had every house populated with Twin Peaks folk - Pete & Catherine Martell and Josie Packard in one (naturally Josie and Catherine hated each other), the Palmers in another, the Haywards in another, and so on… and my best Sims house ever, the Twin Peaks Sheriff’s Department - all of them plus Agent Cooper lived together, and it was the greatest house. I built it on one of the empty lots and made it look very police station-y on the outside, and it had EVERYTHING. At one point, there was nothing left for me to buy for it because I had played that house so much and had bought everything there was to buy and stuck it in there. What a great house. Yeah, I’m twelve.

I think I still have the files on my computer. Hmm… nononononono I better not…!

In case you don’t know (which you probably don’t because, unlike me, you probably do have a life and things to do on a Friday night) - the blog world basically DIES on Friday nights.

Man. I nodded off for a few hours and when I woke up, tooled around the blogiverse in search of stuff to read and there’s, like, NOTHING.

Oh well, guess I am forced to go install and play Diner Dash 3 now.

1. I do believe you could break my toes off my feet, like icicles, right about now. Not only do I live in the Ancient House from Draft City, but this will be my second winter trying to get by on two (safe and not left on while sleeping) space heaters. Which can’t be on at the same time or they flip the circuit breaker. Yes, I DO get tired of living like a 19-year-old college student sometimes. Except they probably live in better places nowadays than I do, probably.

2. I got so busy switchin’ all my stuff over to Firefox tonight, I forgot all about the newly released Diner Dash 3. Obsessive stay up all night playing games desire being overruled by desire to crawl into warm bed full of covers though, I think. After I warm up the bedroom with the other space heater first, which means I get to sit out here at the desk for an hour freezing some more while I wait.

3. “Icicle” is kind of a dumb word when you think about it.

Ready for this one? THEY FORGOT ABOUT MY CAR.

Oh, yeah, they sure did. They forgot to tow it to the other mechanic for the electrical work. Dude didn’t think about it ’til this evening, when I guess he was squaring away all the pending work at the shop before the day was over.

I was so busy working all day, I didn’t really think about it until late afternoon and decided since I hadn’t heard from ‘em that it probably wouldn’t be fixed today, and planned to call them when I finished working. The guy at the auto shop had remembered and called me before I had a chance to call. Needless to say, apologizing profusely and planning to take care of it first thing Monday morning.

I’m really not that annoyed about it, since (A) I don’t know how much this is going to cost me yet, so that’s one less thing to ruin my weekend, (B) I can pretty much get by without until Tuesday or Wednesday or so if I have to, and (C) it’s too danged cold today to get out anyway. I can’t get away from my ceramic heater for two minutes without my fingers freezing (this house is old and cold). But still it figures that something like that would happen, always to moi. Sheesh.

Anyway, I’m in the process of resubscribing to all my feeds via one of these way cool Firefox add-ons I picked up, it’s very neat. Just taking a while, no easy way to transfer them out of my IE-based reader so I am having to manually input them individually. I am finally right now up to the P’s. I read way too many blogs. Wait, there’s no such thing as too many blogs!

I am definitely going to be checking out StumbleUpon thanks to the recommendations from Frank and Ivy. As if I need more things for time suckage, so I’ll blame them when I have no more time because I’ve wasted it all, hehe.

And speaking of time wasters, I got an e-mail notification this morning that Diner Dash 3 has been released, so there goes my weekend. Well, after I spend the next 12 hours or so in bed because (A) I’m tired and (B) it’s too cold! Well, when I go to bed anyway, which is probably going to be sooner than later because my toes and fingers are turning to ice. Stay warm, people!

So here we go… The Lynnster Zone v2.0.

In the meantime, while trying to get back in the habit again, for a little while I’m going to post something old and something new each time.

New… would be general updates on the past year or whatever, but you know what, I’m so tired right now I’m going to sit on all that a bit longer, not that there’s a whole of news to report.

Old… because I keep thinking of, just stuff that I don’t know where it came from or why I even thought about any of it lately. Random observations out of nowhere for no apparent reason, it would seem…

One of my fave time wasters is the Pogo online game site, and one of my (many) fave games over there is their High Stakes Pool game. And, I’ve gotten pretty good at it over time.

Which is odd ‘cos… girls in Camden weren’t allowed to play pool.

Wasn’t a parent thing or anything like that. We just never had the opportunity to learn how ‘cos… the guys were always playing. When Video Village opened down on the Court Square in the early ’80s, I got to play all the video games I wanted usually… ‘cos the guys were always playing pool.

Might I add mostly under false pretenses as well, at least for those who were still under 18. When the arcade opened, they required written notes from parents in order for those under 18 to be able to play, and the notes were all taped up on a wall for public (and I assume law enforcement) view.

I’m going to take a stab at guessing that at least 10 of those notes were probably penned by yours truly, and most of my girlfriends were responsible for another 5-10 each or maybe more, as well as other Camden and New Johnsonville chicks who could adequately forge a note in what appeared to be someone’s mom’s handwriting. Mostly said things like so-and-so “has my permission to play pool at Video Village”, etc.

One of my favorites (actually written by another girl from school and not me): “Greg (last name edited) can play pool if he wants to.” Heh.

Anyway, I don’t know that any of us ever asked to play (or rather, be taught HOW to play) since it was difficult as it was for the guys to get a table back when the arcade was in its heyday, was THE place to meet up every night uptown, and was so busy all the time. So they sure weren’t going to give a table up to us or waste table time teaching any of us how to play.

So nope, never learned how to play pool for real, only online. That’s OK tho, I can still play a mean freakin’ game of Galaga and was the high score ahead of most of the boys for years, until the arcade finally closed after I went to college and the machine went wherever it went…

For those of you who haven’t been here in a while and were surprised to see it’d been updated, the Wall was updated in October and again in December 2001 - please see the Archives if you missed those updates, which were the first since January 2001.

Christmas was good, New Year’s was uneventful, and overall, to borrow a phrase from the infamous Duncan DeG., there ain’t jack happenin’ ’round here ‘cept the weather, baby. I am behind in not only updating and making the promised changes to the site but also pretty much everything else since I am having continued and extreme computer probs lately and have managed to corrupt practically every program in my path… integrating two working computers operating on different Windows versions without starting over from scratch seems to have been a mistake, and considering I’m about to add a third (with yet another Windows version) I expect to be crippled indefinitely, ha. That would be funny if I wasn’t getting so sick of having to boot my computer up three or four times just to start it every day. However, if I ever get all these problems solved I should have a fine system again.

Anyway, I haven’t really been doing anything but trying to stay warm - it’s so unbearably cold down here in the Mid-South right now - and listening to a lot of Iggy Pop this week, I’ve been on one of those kicks, talk about my punk rock roots, I’ve had The Stooges, Fun House, Raw Power, Lust for Life and The Passenger and the Nude & Rude compilation on constant loop in the CD player this week. And in some kind of weird coincidence that Trainspotting (which of course features “Lust for Life” prominently and “Nightclubbing” as well) just happened to be on HBO last night, which I watched for the first time in many years. Gotta love those weird coincidences. I have a big recommendation to make that probably belongs on the Music page but I can only update so much right now… generally I won’t recommend many “Best Of” compilations, but Iggy’s Nude & Rude: The Best of Iggy Pop is an excellent one to have, covering everything from the first Stooges album in 1970 up thru 1996, and it’s a terrific retrospective… I like a lot of his ’90s stuff as much as the early stuff so this is a really nice disc just to throw on and it really has such a varied variety, there’s at least one track that would appeal to just about anyone. One thing I thought of this week which is not true for all musicians who have been long in the profession - Iggy’s stuff is just timeless and never gets old, rarely ever is there a case where a song sounds dated. Something like “Search & Destroy” sounds as fresh now as it did in the early ’70s and could easily take up a spot on current alternative radio and not sound out of place. Gotta love it. I feel a T. Rex kick coming on next…

Wish I had some real news but I don’t. I’m really too busy and having too much fun manipulating the lives of my Sims to bother with anything else and am staying offline most of the time. Talk about a totally addictive game. If they keep coming out with more expansion packs for The Sims I may never leave the house.

By the way, some kind soul sent me a Gurus file back in early December, which was right before my mailbox and half of everything else on my system got corrupted, and thus since I lost all the mail I had in the queue, I don’t know who you are and would like to thank you properly. If that’s you, please e-mail me again.

In regards to some of the many names who occasionally grace these pages, let’s see…. I learned recently that Steve Kane is currently off doing some kind of saint-like volunteer work on the other side of the planet, and I understand that his main link to available communication these days is the WWW, so in deference to that I will try to keep the Graffiti Wall a little better updated and newsier. (Hi Stevie!) Jo is staying in Nashville and holding down the fort while Steve makes his way to sainthood. KC, his ornery self, remains in the UK with no apparent plans of returning anytime soon and if my e-mail is any indication is as grumpy as ever. Duncan and Greg remain in L.A. where it’s likely much warmer than it is here at the moment, but will be coming home for a visit soon so I’m thrilled they will get to share the joy of all this 20 degree weather soon. Everyone else is fine as far as I know, and hopefully this time next year we’ll be looking forward to Brian being back out here with the rest of us soon.

Anyway, I’m outta here for now…. going out to Andra & Troy’s to play the new ’80s music trivia game Troy got for Christmas and likely beat the crap out of him, as I am the music trivia goddess, you know. Later gang, stay warm & Happy New Year!

For those of you who haven’t been here in a while and were surprised to see it’d been updated, the last updated Wall prior to this was October 2001, please see the Archives if you missed that update, which was the first since January 2001.

So stunned yesterday to hear of George Harrison’s passing, reading the news online as I always do each morning while desperately trying to get ready for work. Wept buckets, indeed. The Lennon-McCartney-penned “Hey Jude” was one of the first three records I ever bought at the record shop around the corner from our drugstore in my little hometown of Paris, Tennessee, when I was three years old, and most of my earliest additions to my eventually gargantuan LP collection were Beatles albums, even though the Beatles had long ceased to exist as a band by the time I started spending my allowance money on LPs instead of 45s. My two teenage aunts were Beatle crazy before I was born and when I was little, and I used to play The Beatles’ Flip Your Wig board game with the youngest of my aunts frequently way back when, where you had to pick a Beatle to be, and I always had to be George. The White Album remains one of my favorite records of all-time, it, Rubber Soul, and Revolver being probably my favorite of Beatles albums, all with significant George Harrison contributions.

But during the time I actually grew up through, of all later Beatle solo efforts, George’s solo releases of the ’70s probably most significantly shaped my musical world of today. In the midst of years of studying Bach and Beethoven and Mozart as a child, George’s “What Is Life” was one of the first non-classical pieces of music I ever learned to play on the piano, and remains a favorite tune of all time today, as well as “Give Me Love (Give Me Peace on Earth)”. When I was a kid there was always a radio going at the country club pool every summer, and those as well as “My Sweet Lord” and numerous solo efforts of the other Beatles as well way too many other songs of the day to list here, there’s my whole childhood right there, pretty much, before curious interests in things I’d missed before (the Stones, The Who, The Kinks, The Doors, Jefferson Airplane, Hendrix, etc.) and exposure to The Ramones and Lou Reed and punk rock took me down another path musically altogether. Ten songs that would make up the perfect album of that period in my life for me: George Harrison’s “What Is Life” and “Give Me Love (Give Me Peace on Earth)”; Ringo Starr’s “It Don’t Come Easy” and “Photograph” (the latter of which was partially penned by George Harrison); Paul McCartney & Wings’ “Junior’s Farm”; Elton John’s “Rocket Man” and “Someone Saved My Life Tonight”; The Who’s “Squeezebox”; KISS’ “Rock and Roll All Nite”; and Aerosmith’s “Dream On” I guess would be the tenth, or maybe the Stones’ “Brown Sugar”. Along with a whole of ’70s AM radio bubblegum, that pretty much sums up the first half of the ’70s for me right there.

And so I am mourning, I guess probably like millions of people in the world are, and the Zone remains shrouded in black for now. And in thinking about it in the hours since I heard the news, I found something odd. As I’ve mentioned before, my dad was nearly as much of a music addict as me in younger days, yet many - while certainly not all, but still probably many more - of my parents’ musical heroes are still alive - Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis, Little Richard, to name a few… and George Harrison was my parents’ age, born the same year as my mom. Seems like scads more of the people I looked up to are gone, or probably will be before too long, I don’t know, it’s just weird. I guess this year, with Joey Ramone and now this, it’s only the beginning, I’m just sad. Jeez, I hope Pete Townshend and Ray Davies and scads of others are and remain in good health for a long time to come.

No other real news, except I’m really happy to have a great big giant monitor now, thanks Troy. All the better to play The Sims on endlessly. Later y’all…

Yeah, I KNOW… I really suck at this lately, and I apologize. I sort of accidentally created what’s become nearly another full-time job for myself, and I’ve either been so overrun with stuff to do that by the time I could really take a breather and do other stuff, it’d be 3 a.m. or something, or else times when I didn’t have work of some sort to do, the only thing I felt like doing was like a mindless game of Mah Jongg or something, or goofing off reading, or whatever wasn’t going to take up a whole lot of energy and brainpower, and the thought of Graffiti and other webwork and such has just been plain evil.

Really to tell the truth you really haven’t wanted to be in my head much lately anyway, it’s an awfully strange place to live at the moment.

My e-mail box, which I’ve been griping about being behind for at least two years now I suppose, has truly reached a totally unmanageable level and I’m at this point now, kinda like I get when the house has reached the point where I just can’t stand it anymore and I have to clean and do housework, where if I don’t do something about all that e-mail soon it’s just gonna keep bugging me, so maybe some weekend soon I’ll just get motivated and crack down and knock it all out in one fell swoop… the pitiable thing is how much junk mail or near-junk mail is in there that I just never got rid of. My eBay mailbox is so nice and organized in comparison and I just want my personal mailbox to be like that, everything I need to take care of right there in small doses and none of this getting so far behind I can’t tell what’s what anymore.

Speaking of eBay, I am now approaching the 600-mark on my feedback rating, that’s cool… who woulda ever thought one could make a living off old Barbie stuff? My god, I’m just so darn happy not to have to be out nights pouring coffee at Starbuck’s or something…

Anyway, yes, I know I have been sucking mega regarding the site lately and I know I’m pretty much incredibly behind in everything, there are so many of you I need to write back, especially folks who just recently moved to St. Louis and other cool stuff I keep hearing bits & pieces about… I’m so sorry I’ve had to so prioritize lately. Actually it’s probably a good thing I’ve been, for the most part, not really online lately (or not online as I know it, rather), ‘cos I think I sort of needed a real break from a lot of things… when online time & things like that that must be done become a chore, you need to just take a break.

I wish there was really some halfway decent news to report, there’s not… I go to work, I come home and work some more or else I go comatose within an hour of getting home and don’t wake up again until dawn, but it’s mostly just been work, work, work. Thank god there hasn’t really been any real Monarchs news lately or the boys would probably be really upset with me… I just haven’t had even a smidgen of time for either website, or what I might have, I don’t like to do important work when I’m half brain-dead, tho I did just update some news on there. And then there’s the editing of the daily China Beach episodes, which is about to come to an end as it’s about to come to almost the end of the show… but don’t even get me started on the fact that TVLand apparently did not secure the rights to the last several episodes and, therefore, unless something’s changed recently it isn’t going to be shown totally in full… there are a number of things I could compare that to, but for the sake of being polite I shan’t. In any case I have gone from being ecstatic that I was going to finally be able to get one of my fave shows of all time on tape in its entirety, only to find the last season will be missing. Anyway, that’s neither here nor there, really.

The inimitable Mr. Greg Breit and I have decided amongst ourselves there are most definite advantages to not dating anyone, tho the advantageousness for females far outweighs the same for males, in my biased opinion anyway… there are many specifics, yes, but I’m not going to spell them out as I’ll never hear the end of it if I do (and don’t even think it, yes I shower regularly and yes I shave my legs regularly, heh… and let’s face it, you guys have it sooooo easy and I really have no sympathy for you whiny things that whine about having to shave your face every day, gimme a break.) Maybe I’m just getting old & awfully set in my ways (probably) but you know, having to deal with the whole dating deal this-and-that stupidness just really makes me dang tired. I think I may just make it a rule that I won’t go out with anyone that I haven’t already dated once before, for some reason that just seems so much easier and less tiresome, of course given certain past & current circumstances (like numerous deceased boyfriends, for one) that kinda narrows the field down to, oh, I don’t know, two? Maybe three.

Anyhow, the recently de-married Greg & I actually did discuss, oh what the heck, dating each other - after all we’ve been swapping spit on microphones and stuff for nearly fifteen years, right - but that was just too gross to even really consider (and naturally KC, aka Conscience Central, was thoroughly disgusted & grossed out by the whole idea - snicker). I’ve been down that “yuck, it’s like kissing your brother” road before and it didn’t work once, I’m not about to go down that misguided road again. Shudder. (giggle)

Anyway, back to business… The Wall itself is still a quandary of sorts to me, in any case… to tell you the truth, I haven’t been much wanting to be here, seeing as how some Wall matters fairly recently sprung forth an argument, which I suppose is the second or third time that’s happened in the years the Wall’s been up, and I’ve really kind of just had it with that. At least one of the other times there was good reason for argument - admittedly I was picking a fight at the time, tho not exactly overtly, no. The Wall is really mainly newsy bits & fluff & nothing particularly important, tho I have been known over the years to drop an occasional hint or throw an occasional slam in the mix, and intentionally so. Successfully, obviously, since a few of those in the now-quite-distant past resulted in one heck of a row. And likely you, the average Wall reader, never noticed because you weren’t the target(s), whom I suspect anyway have gone on their merry little ways ‘cos I can’t imagine why on earth they’d still be hanging around here.

I am rather slain, tho, by recent problems stemming from Wall stuff because it’s stuff that came totally out of left field out of just what 99.99% of Wall stuff is made of, newsy bits & fluff & basic BS that should mean nothing to anybody, basically the stuff that Daytimers are made of… you know, I went there, I did this, I saw that. I often prattle on about what I’ve been doing since I last made a Wall entry, sometimes detailed but more often than not, pretty doggone vague for no other reason other than it’s often pointless (and would be boring) to go into great detail about some things. I mean, really.

Basically what I’m saying, I guess, if you’re here because you know me or sorta know me, or you don’t know me and for whatever reason my general babble piques your interest, fine, dandy, great. But if you’re here and think you’re picking up clues and information and whatever else you think you’re looking for, no matter what you may think you may know, you should be sadly disappointed, because there’s nothing here and, if that kinda thing is what you’re doing, you don’t need to be here. Don’t go looking for things that aren’t there, and don’t go assuming things because, frankly, unless you ask me directly yourself, you simply do not know anything for certain.

Why all this? Well, I recently got hit with a supposed version of My Life According to The Wall, when little could have been further off the mark or further from the truth… not that the Wall entries are untruthful, no, but things that were assumed were completely off the wall and basically quite wrongly used against me in an argument. I simply won’t have it. If I say “I went (here)” or “I saw (so-and-so)”, don’t just assume you know the rest of the story because you know what, you’re probably wrong, and it’d probably be a good idea to ask me first before accusing me of some misdeed or whatever. Just because you see some information here, don’t presume to think you know everything that’s behind it and about it, because it’s now been a proven fact - there’s a darn good possibility you’re likely, again, wrong. It’s not that I am untruthful here, not at all… the point is, rather, that for every tidbit that’s ever written here, there’s probably bunches more info behind & regarding such tidbits that aren’t scribbled here along with them.

In other words, be careful rushing to judgment unless you know for a fact that you are 100% correct. Walk in my shoes for a while, trade places with me, or at the very least, maybe you should just ask before you go just assuming anything.

I don’t know, it just had to be said. If you’re rushing to some concrete judgment on me, what I do, where I go, who I see, whatever else, and it’s solely based on what you read here, then you need to not be here, and that’s my final answer on that. Bye bye, so long, sayonara…

Anyway (oh, you thought I was finished? snicker)… I just think it sucks that it’s come to this with this page, because it’s really never been a chore and has always been something I kinda dig doing. Now, even tho the particular matters at hand are a dead issue, I am (A) not really wanting to be here right now and (B) feeling completely self-censored, whereas before I dug it and self-censorship was voluntary, so the way things are at the moment could make for an incredibly boring and rarely-updated page. Maybe I’ll get over it, maybe I won’t. It’s kind of a shame, because I have recently been extraordinarily inspired by some online writings I’ve been reading of some folks I find much like myself - both names that would be quite recognizable among a few, one probably many - and this recent crap has pretty much destroyed any possibilities for now of my taking that inspiration to be creative myself here. So that really sucks.

Actually I’ve had a thought of having a passworded, alternate Wall of sorts - I certainly have non-AOL webspace to spare and god knows sometimes you just feel like naming names, getting it all out there, and swearing like a sailor (shh, don’t tell my grandmother and my mom, you know I’m supposed to be a proper Southern LADY)… but that kinda would just suck too, although on the other hand it would be fun and quite freeing to be so uncensored… so I dunno.

Anyway… until I figure it all out, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. Biting my tongue or not, I’ll be back…. tomorrow is my Dad’s birthday, so I’m off to make a trip up there. (Another good reason to be crucified I’m sure… you know, I think most everyone here knows my father has a terminal illness, so really anyone that would use my making a trip up there against me has bigger problems than I or anyone short of a psychiatrist could ever help them with.)

That said, hope all is well with most everyone, have a good weekend, and ciao for now…

You would not believe how many times in the last two weeks I have attempted to get a Wall update up and just haven’t followed thru with it, for one reason or another. Much of what follows has been written for some time, yet has just stewed here languishing on my hard drive, and for that I apologize to those who wait. Be it narcolepsy, severe addiction to Mah Jongg, or just being darn sick and tired of most everything, in any case I’ve been too mentally pooped to lift much of a finger and, as recently pronounced by the all-knowing KC, unfit to speak to anyone in any form or fashion including HTML code. Heh.

Right at the moment a number of adjectives to describe yours truly come to mind, which would include: resentful, hateful, spiteful, moody, ill-tempered, make that very ill-tempered, annoyed, aggravated, frustrated, irritated, and once again and most important of all, resentful… so basically I’ve been saving you all a whole lot of grief by keeping my mouth shut, that’s the silver lining to that cloud I reckon.

In any case, if I can find the energy to put on the happy hat for a few minutes, maybe we’ll have a Wall entry here. Wow.

So… I was freezing to death once again all last week, tho I suppose my relatives in Rhode Island would laugh at that seeing as how they’re having daily lows of, like, 3 degrees right now. It’s awfully cold for the Mid-South right now, tho. I don’t really have much “news”, so to speak, except that I was super pleased to read this week that there are plans to build - I won’t get this right, and forgot to keep that section of the paper, but it’s something like - The Stax Museum of R&B or something like that on the old Stax studio site on McLemore (which has been a vacant lot since 1989). I wish I could remember what all the article said about it, but it sounded like it is going to be really, really neat. And it will be so good for that neighborhood, hopefully this is the first of many good things for that section of town. Very historical musically for sure and especially I’m psyched since everyone knows I dig all things Stax.

Speaking of music, I’m sure there will be a host of whiners who will be completely overjoyed to learn that Greg, JJ & I absolutely hate the new Bush CD. Hate it. I know, I know, it’s a tremendous surprise, but all three of us tried to give it a chance and all came to the conclusion that it sucks. So, all can rest easy that there will be no further added to future appearances, there will be no “The Chemicals Between Us” or any other of that tired proto-electronica sh… I mean, stuff.

New possibly-regular or at least maybe-occasional feature to be added to the Wall soon, or should I say Off the Wall (in more ways than one)… had intended to get it up the other night but unfortunately taking more editing than I’d planned, and I’ve been more interested in napping this week than doing anything that could be mistaken for chores.

We got snowed on mega-bigtime this week, wasn’t as much as had been predicted, but still, it was kinda nice and got me a day off work Friday. About three inches - that’s a big deal for Memphis - shoot, I haven’t seen this much snow since the first year I was here, 1988. About two in the morning on Friday it was just gorgeous, the sky all lit up from the reflection of the snow in the clouds, snow just falling and falling, everything silent, the whole ground and all the trees white. It was neat, for about five minutes I felt like I did when I was a kid and we used to have snow all the time in the winter, fascinated. Now it’s mostly melted, but Friday was a good day, and Dare and I shared a bowl of snow cream for breakfast… that’s milk, vanilla, sugar and snow, for those of you who dunno.

I saw Girl, Interrupted last week and it was okay but I was mostly unimpressed, thought it should have been better, tho Angelina Jolie is fabulous in it… even better tho, one day last weekend I flipped on the TV to find a Kids In The Hall marathon on Comedy Central, there is a god. I only caught the tail end of it, I could have watched for days. And honestly, I hope all of you have been watching - and those that haven’t yet - will watch Freaks and Geeks now that they’ve moved it to Monday nights from that Saturday night TV deathtrap… what an absolutely great show, it’s sooooo funny.

Anyway… I’m not in much of a mood for chatter so I’ll go for now, maybe more shortly, still working on some stuff, tho it looks like I will be AWOL from the Wall (pun intended) for most of February, not by choice. So, for now, Happy 34th Birthday to a friend I haven’t spoken to in about fifteen years, and later ’til whenever…

What’s up? Well, I have gotten really bogged down in various and sundry necessary chores and stuff this week as well as having had the week from you-know-where at work, and continue to be so sleepy most of the time I nod off without even trying, but thru it all I’m sorta trying to catch up my e-mail box again so who knows, when you least expect it and have given me up for dead, you’ll probably get an e-mail.

Did I mention I saw the infamous Kelli, and Melanie, over the weekend? Probably didn’t, yup, I got to hang out with my doppelganger for a little while on Sunday… we had an errand to run, something to pick up at another old friend’s house not too far from mine, and we actually didn’t get to see that friend (Cindy) because she’d gone into labor that afternoon, now the proud mom of a newborn baby boy. So instead - and remember, this is a friend of mine from high school days - we saw her eldest