iBlog is too old. Its creator has stopped
supporting it. And Apple, in their infinite wisdom, are changing up how hosting
works on the dotMe (formerly dotMac) servers. All of which are leading me to
begin posting here:
This
blog will remain online; I don't want to lose the entries and comments. The old
entries will eventually be migrated to the new blog. And if anyone out there is
still checking this blog, I hope to see you at
Wordpress...
I still have NaNoWriMo as a to-do in the
Infinite To-Do list.
My spirits dropped
right along with my retirement accounts in November and are just beginning to
perk up.
Still working at Major HMO.
Still "temp" after two years. Have moved up to data analyst from secretaryhood
-- a major improvement. And after today's "staff reduction" announcement (which
did not, thankfully, include me) a direct position, after all, may be no shield
even there.
If I could retire, I
would.
I will be gradually moving this
blog somewhere else. I'm not sure where; but iBlog is getting creaky. I will
let y'all know.
Have
come down with the flu. No energy to write, but surprisingly, energy to paint.
I knew when I saw the sun reflecting off a white surface through the smoke, how
to paint this...
It's hard to get cranked about election results, although I will vote -- for every office on my ballot which sports a candidate who is neither Democrat nor Republican. Anything but what we've got. And yeah, I AM going to write in Mickey Mouse for any office in which I don't have a REAL choice.
Anything but what we got, folks. Anything. It's time to trash the "two-party system" -- there's nothing sacred about it and other republics seem to get along just fine with twenty parties and plenty of REAL debate.
[On the lighter side, I'll be twittering from Santa Barbara today. Ta-ta!]
If you missed Journey to the
Center of the Earth in the first-run theaters, you didn't miss much. I
caught it at a second-run theater, and missed my $3 and my 90 minutes. This poor
excuse for 3-D effects was aimed solidly at the 12-14 year-old-male audience.
Brendan Fraser gave a better performance in "George of the Jungle." Or, it may
just be that his amusing muscular charm was wasted on this lack of a script.
With dialogue like "I call dibs on the [pretty blond female] mountain guide,"
eviscerating Jules Verne's tale, I spent my time trying to look at my watch and
wishing I'd sat on the end of the row. Please don't spend money to see this
turkey.
The Hubby will be out of town this weekend - so
instead of our usual date, I'm planning a day-long outing by
myself.
Amtrak tickets have been purchased. Cash will be
obtained. Camera will be packed. HSM Lilith Bicycle will be tuned up, and may
even acquire a black water bottle and cage to match her new black
bell and black rack pack with expanding panniers.
After all, nothing causes one to blend
with the Santa Barbara natives like cycling. Pity I can't afford to stay
overnight...
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Late Afternoon Near the Fire Line
Mini-review: Journey to the Center of the Earth
Plans Have Been Made
