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*

Mutter. I don’t know what I’m doing with The Seven and the Nine. I have to think about it some more. Mutter. In the meantime, I don’t know what to work on. I’m not sure I’ve got enough together mentally to work on Back to Avalon, either. Maybe I’ll work on the next Walker Papers book. Or that little paranormal romance I was going to try. Phooey. But right *now* I’m going over to Melissa’s to watch Nattie Gann. :)