Wednesday, June 08, 2005 Currently reading: Total Words Written: Still 0 This was a very interesting day, in some ways. Five seconds ago I deleted my Community Leader screen name. Host RL Meda is no more. I rather liked that name (Meda was from the character of my first book...her name is Andromeda, and everyone calls her Meda. Well, her friends do.) So, my two and some years of Tuesday night chats is over. The chairs are on the table, and the wrecking ball is coming soon. In the mail I received a package with a Royal Mail label on it. I ask, is there anything cooler than that? Especially when it has lovely drawings, nifty piccies of the most beauteous Audrey Hepburn (I have a desire to make icons, suddenly...) and...heee! The Hundred Days. A POB book from England? Can we say squee? Especially since it's really pretty. Even now it is sitting on the shelf, getting to know its fellow POB books. I wonder if British editions have a posh accent, if that whispery, papery dust language of theirs can carry one? Doubtless they are filling its head with tales...about how Reverse of the Medal received the nick in its spine during The Great Shelf Crash of '04, how they rarely ever get proper bookmarks...Master and Commander is probably complaining about the time that I used a dollar bill..."A grubby dollar bill! Imagine...she could have at least used a twenty..." and H.M.S. Surprise is probably describing what a proper book mark is like, "Glossy...with a long tassel and pansies." in a fussy old woman voice. But, they'll own, I never use paper clips, never bend them back around themselves or use them as coasters, and, as far as readers go, I'm a pretty good one. We went book hunting at some local libraries. I found a Chuck Palanuick book *rar!* But mostly things for me parents. On the way back we stopped at a pretty little restaurant and had the best meal in ages...I had cod with crab stuffing. And it tasted like they used crab, not shark meat. In this part of the world, when I order scallops, crab, etc., I pretty much figure I'm ordering shark meat, which, oddly enough, I'm OK with. I mean, it'd eat me if it got the chance. And the waitress was adorable. Absolutely the sweetest young woman. Lark Ascending makes me teary. It clutches at my heart with its unbearable bitter sweetness. Permalink Cindy scribed this at 8:01 PM 0 comments

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