inbetween

My big accomplishment for the month of February is: I read a book. For fun. By myself.

**hooray** goes the crowd.

It was a small, fiction book with a few more that a hundred pages. Still, I've not read a fiction book for a long time. And it was Steinbeck, which is always cool.

So last night I read a book on abstract algebra. The entire thing, in one night. What a strange disparity.

My puppy is better than your pooch, and he can make a networkdiagram. I once got to ride in a mustang (no, I didn't rate it), and I own a fish. I like to play around in my lawn and garden, but don't sport a mullet.
And my kitten doesn't live in a fish tank.

Not at all safe for work linkies... Actually, don't click on them, just gaze and marvel and the strangeness of humanity.

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Time to start studying hard, do my taxes, and look for a summer job. Oh wait, I've kinda got a job for the summer (not the same as a summer job at all!), don't like doing taxes, and hate school right now.

I'll write about my beautiful Powerbook. She needs some love, and a little bit of a bath.

I really like Mail.app. It is simple and elegant, and easy to use. Most of the time. Sometimes its really a pain in the a$$. I like how it sorts my Mail for me, but getting it to do it wasn't easy. Each rule had to be entered by hand. There is no "Create a rule from this message" option unless you install third-party software. You can't create a rule that references entries in Address Book.app: if you update an entry in Address Book.app, you have to make the same change to your rules. AND, my beef today: You cannot make a rule reference groups in the address book. I really wish there was an intelligent

[[ Hold on, there's a fucker at the door. ]]

connection between the address book and the mail client. I might even give Thunderbird a chance, just to see if it works better than this. I remember Evolution, back in my Linux days, and it did it ok. Making rules was easier too.

[[ Maybe I should write about my bad mood... ]]

Books are beautiful and wonderful. Try as I might, I don't read them often enough. I buy books almost constantly, and put them on a shelf. Then they sit there, just minding their own business, not being read. Stupid books.

I LOVE YOU BOOKS!

My books are special and wonderful, but they aren't as beautifully bound as these: Hand Bookbindings: Plain and Simple to Grand and Glorious.

Right. So Granny can't tell the difference between a medium white egg and a large ham. That's ok.

She also doesn't understand that "light cheese" is different from mild cheese, the former being created from ghastly underweight cows producing that fat free milk-garbage that's all the rage these days.

Hmmm... Looks like the grumpy old man is coming out...

And next on this lovely streamy (not steamy - that'd be the vegetables) pile of thought: Easter dinner with the folks.

I wasn't asked to cook. I wasn't asked to make a casserole. I wasn't even asked if I'd have the time to give a day (an entire day! Granny was helping) to cook a meal. And then I found out that Harry would be over. Gah. If I'm expected to cook, shouldn't I at least get to pick the guest list? Or would some sort of consultation be in order? "Yes, you can bring zombie-christ, but leave your boyfriend out of this."

GAH! (my new fav. word, thanks to Joy).