HIGH SPEED INTERNET IS SO AWESOME THAT I MUST CAPSLOCK ABOUT IT!

Admitted murderer Mel Ignatow, who walked free after the torture murder of his girlfriend, has died. Please note the irony: he tied the woman to a glass-topped table prior to the torture/rape/murder, and 20 years later he falls into a glass-topped table and bleeds to death. There is a certain beauty in that.

So I've been playing harp again.

I was laboriously picking my way through a Scottish lullaby. Came upon an otherwise simple passage.

::harp harp:: GAH! ::harp harp::

Squint at sheet music. Squint at strings. Try it again.

::harp harp:: GAH! ::harp harp::

Sounds like ass. Do not want. Squint at sheet music. Squint at strings. Mutter imprecations. Improvise.

::harp harp:: Ah. ::harp harp::

Better. Still curious, I squint at the sheet music again. Then I squint a little closer. Oh. That was an E. Yeah, I suck at life. Try it again.

::harp harp:: OH! ::harp harp::

I think I'll make a macro--a lolpagan, if you will--of the ever-entertaining Kevin Carlyon, he of the expanding ego and shiny red bathrobe. But I can't decide how to caption it:

WITCHCRAFT: UR DOIN IT

RONG

STOOPID

or

KRAZEE

I did a Correllian one a while back, but the merit-badge brigade was almost too easy. Or am I just a big old meanie?

I just spent the last hour of my life on a crappy dialup connection, listing ONE item on eBay, only to receive a big fat error message at the end of the rainbow. So yeah, there's another hour of existence that I'll never get back. Fuckity hell.

I know, I haven't been around much (yeah--at all). Things are all right; better, even. Last weekend was oddly cathartic, and fun as well (I was here), what with the shooting muskets and whatnot. We had another funeral, earlier that week, the third in as many years. He was ready, and went out as he wished, which is more than a lot of people get. I guess you can't ask for much better than that.

I think I'm almost of a mind to start doing something again--writing, maybe, or playing the harp. Dare I even hope that the horrible lassitude and general don'tgiveadamnness that's weighted me for what seems like forever now might finally be starting to lift? I can but hope. The last couple of years have really kind of sucked.

I liked it. I did. Start to finish, it held my interest. It worked for me. Yay!

A fuller review later, but for now, just

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and also:

SKINNER!

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Dark mysterious boy

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Nope, I'm not attending a midnight screening of You-Know-What, even though it's showing at the drive-in not a mile from my house. Nor did I take tomorrow off to catch a matinee as I did with TXF:FTF ten years ago--though I'll admit that I did consider it, but my assistant's already got the day off and one of us needs to be there. No, I will wait patiently and virtuously, and go to a nice evening showing after work. And I will twitch and mutter and squirm and squee--just as I did ten years ago--and my husband will be sorely embarrassed, and will wish he'd never suggested to me, early in our acquaintance, that I come over and watch this weird show with him on Friday night.

Also, BEST ICON EVAR.

Well, I should hope so!

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Amateur Egyptologist

You scored 90 out of 100 on knowledge of Ancient Egypt!

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