Momentous (sp?) occasion tonight; I finished filling my first paper journal in years this evening, after making a resolution back in mid-November that I would God Damn It Take A While To Write Every Sunday Evening, No Matter What. Since doing that, I’ve been journalling a couple of times a week, which is different entirely than blogging, even if my blog is just a personal updates thing. It’s very satisfying to have finally filled another journal, all with hand-written entries. And so, good night.

Gallery software is working again. Pictures of Breic here, and the house here. I’ll scan more baby pictures in over the week.

We postulate that the President is not a moron, but a sociopath. Well, *that’s* reassuring. o.O

Oop! I forgot to mention I had a little bookstore accident tonight. At Title Wave, so it’s not nearly as bad as it could be, but I got, um. Either 3 or 4 books on Native American mythology, a book about Marie Laveau, a book about Mayan shamanism, and a book about Gypsy shamanism. Galleries! I was going to go look at the help pages and see if anybody’d responded to my bugs! That’s what I was going to do! *vrooms off to do that*

Just in case anybody was wondering, Natty Gann was pretty much as wonderful in 2003 at 29 as it was in 1985 at 12. In fact, I’m convinced once more that Harry is one of John Cusack’s best roles. (Perhaps not coincidentally, 1985 was also the year he made my favorite Cusack film, The Sure Thing. Maybe I’ve just got a thing for 19-year-old-John-Cusack.) Natty Gann’s out on DVD. Apparently it’s a pan-and-scan, not a widescreen version, but I might get it anyway. *beam*