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This is a true story (except for the talking dog).

Numbers, somehow, always manage to trip me up. I don’t know what it is about them and my brain, but they just can’t play nice together. More than once I have caught myself updating the monster blog with the wrong number. I got in the habit of checking to see what number I was on before beginning the update itself, but in that second or two between looking at the post and loading the screen to update, I would get the numbers wrong. Sometimes more than once. Sometimes more than twice.

I’m hopeless! Why can’t all numbers be 5???

I feel like I never have enough time to do all the things I want/need to do. I know some of my time gets eaten up by mundane things that smack of housewifery (primarily the acquisition, preparation, and distribution of food), and my depression tends to gnaw at the edges of my productivity, but I don't watch TV, I don't really surf the net, I'm not even on Facebook more than once a month when I think I might actually like to use it (and realize otherwise. Again.)

So???
Poll #1664899
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 5

Where does the time go?

Should I do Artbeat this year?

I like that it's only in Cambridge (I mean only as far away as Cambridge, not oh it's ONLY in Cambridge, don't get excited), but the memory of the 90+ degree weather of two years ago still lingers (painfully) but I had people e-mail me last year saying they wished I had been there. I wish I wasn't a wimp about the heat.

What do you think? Anybody planning on applying?

Oh, and
here's a
picture of Mei
the last
remaining
guinea pig
(because
nobody
looks at
posts
without
pictures.)


Unrelated: anybody local (to me) want to go see Avatar with me?

Does anyone have a friend in the UK who would be willing to do me a buying-something-online favor if I pay them for their time and effort?

Thanks.

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PS. It's not that I'm on FB and I'm not on LJ, it's just that I'm not really anywhere and have nothing to say that I feel like saying. All messages will be passed via monster doodles now, apparently.

Anybody have a recommendation for a place to get a banner made? This is for outdoor shows and the like.

Somebody in Cambridge loves me. Or at least thinks my feet would look swell with a couple of gigantic soot balls on them. They're right, if that's what they thought.

♥ THANK YOU! I am happy birthday-ing with warm feet now.

I love this so much. Wildlife created by Karolina Sobecka.

Oh yeah, and Hi. I'm still alive.

The Boy did this thing at school for Mother's Day that included a paper on what he'd do for me if he had a million dollars. First on the list was buy me a capybara. I have such a smart boy.

I don't know what the deal is with the slippers and the babushka, but probably better if you don't mention it to her.

I recently found out a friend of mine absolutely NEVER uses "OK" when writing. He always spells it out. He was so very opinionated about this I started to wonder if other people have strong opinions as well. I have strong opinions about word usage, but for whatever reason the OK/okay issue does not inspire me to passion.

So. Tell me!
Poll #1396232 IT'S A SUPER IMPORTANT POLL, OK?
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 19

Pick one:

I especially want to hear if you have a really strong preference, like if using "OK" makes you break out in a rash or something.

I guess I use "OK" when I write. But I wouldn't be surprised to find I use them both. When I was a wee word-loving lass I always used "okay" because I thought it was more elegant than two big capital letters. It's also a word instead of an acronym of unknown origin which I think gave me some comfort.

I think it was when I read about Oskar Kokoschka signing his paintings "OK", and found it so funny, that I started preferring that spelling. Or maybe I'm just lazier now.