Today is J.R.R. Tolkien’s eleventy-first birthday! For this momentous occasion, you are invited to lift a glass at 9pm (local time) and toast “The Professor,” in fellowship with fans around the world! In other news around the world, a worthy cause, by way of Population One, and I think it’s a worthy cause not because the people in question grow coffee, but because I think that connecting the world is a good idea. An excellent idea, in fact. My stupid photo gallery software apparently 1. has a gaping security hole…
my day
My Day, by Catie Murphy I got up late. I ate breakfast. I did two loads of laundry. I cleaned the kitty litter. I cleaned the dog pen. I ate at Arby’s. I ran around the downstairs taking pictures because it was all clean and beautiful. I drank some water. I paid bills. I balanced the checkbook. I cleaned some of my desk. I put laundry away. I scanned a few pictures of Breic. I ate a Russian tea cake in one bite and got powdered sugar all over myself…
7 and 9
The holo print ripples and expands, panning down an idyllic river, golden light shimmering off bumps in the water and warming black, leafless trees on the bank. In silhouette, a raft appears, the sun haloing behind the robed men who stand on its sides, poling upriver. A roughly-built wooden cabin dominates a third of the raft; from the camera’s angle, it seems to fill the back end. The raft glides closer, golden drops of water splashing ballerina skirts into the sedate river surface. The sun’s glare lessens, and more individuals…
and lo…
And lo, today, on this second day of the Year of Our Lord 2003, I will get to … shovel dog shit. And clean the kitty litter. We need to go get bigger bags for the kitty litter box, because the ones we’ve got don’t really stay in place, and it makes for gross. You might guess I don’t have a great deal to say today. Go read Garrett’s great-great-grandfather’s Christmas Special Deliveries from 1912 and 1913, and come back here later to tell me how spiffy I am for…
pathetic # of books
I read what I considered to be a truly pathetic number of books in 2002: 67. I’m somewhat amused by this, because what I consider to be a pathetic number of books is really rather a lot of books by most people’s standards, but my Mom read 164 (or possibly 167, I forget) books in 2002, and I feel that 104 is the minimal acceptable number. So I’m going to go get a book and read for a bit and then go to bed. G’night, everyone. :)