I now have two half-written posts, one about health care reform and the other about representations of characters on book covers sitting in my drafts folder, and apparently I just don’t have the heart to even risk stirring up debate today, because I can’t make myself finish and post them. They’re topics near and dear to my heart, too, so it’s sad that I’m feeling so gun-shy. So this is a mostly metrics post. I’ve only got 80ish miles to go to Minas Tirith, and I keep being appalled that…
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mostly metrics
Apparently there’s trad music at Keogh’s on Wednesday and Fridays at 10pm, and at Tally Ho on the first and third Tuesdays of the month. I am not very good at being Irish. It’s 10:30 and I’m going to *bed*. The idea of leaving the house at a quarter to ten for music is just bizarre. ytd wordcount: 63,200 miles to Minas Tirith: 63.4
mostly metrics
“Space,” Ted said in his best deep voice, when I showed him this picture, “the Final Bustier!” I want one. :) (Hat-tip to (I just assumed it was Janne because it was Star Trek) for the link :)) miles to Minas Tirith: 14.8 ytd km swum: 19.5
mostly metrics
It turns out the good reason to not have Pop Tarts for lunch was that Mom had made pea soup and I was waiting to have *that* for lunch. It was very good pea soup. I had several funny–well, mildly amusing–ok, boring as hell–things to relate, but in the end I can tell they must’ve been boring because I can’t actually think of any of them now. We stopped by Chapters in Dublin Saturday, where I signed the books they had there, so if anybody in Dublin needs a signed…
dude. i got nothin’.
ytd miles swum: 2 ytd wordcount: 215,700 miles to Minas Tirith: 514