Got a scorching look from a preteen when the alley cats she wants to pet (they're having none of her) came running across the parking lot to me the instant I opened my car door. What can I say, I've found that giving them food and not lunging at them while emitting high-pitched shrieks works wonders.
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I am so mad that Pitch was not renewed, I keep refreshing AO3 hoping for the beginning of a S2 fic from a writer I like.
So, I took 4 books out from the library, physical hardcovers. Finished the first and left it in the living room. Finished the secon and put it with the first one in the living room. Books 3 and 4 I left in the bedroom as I finished them. So now I go to gather them all up, 3 and 4 right where I thought they were, 2 where I thought it would be, 1, which should be under 2, nowhere. How?
Singing alto. . . although Beethoven's "alto" is alot like other composers' "soprano".
News from Book Riot regarding Miss Fisher movie:
The Miss Fisher movie is called Miss Fisher and the Crypt of Tears. There's also plans for a prequel TV spin-off focused on a younger version of Phryne investigating some of her first mysteries.
Excited for the movie and for the spin-off.
I am always annoyed at the finale of Miss Fisher. She was planning to fly to England in a two-seater open plane? Across oceans and Asia and Europe? What about storms? What about refueling? What about maps?! If she was just trying to catch up with the ship, that's one thing. Or send a telegram to her mother herself explaining that this time she believes her father has mended his ways. It irks me.
That's such a brilliant idea, treating your anxiety like a creature that's acting up, or acting out. I love this.
There's a reason that when Cleolinda came up with the term "Brain Raccoons" during a Hannibal recap, I latched onto it immediately. Plus it led to Plei giving me the best anti-anxiety pep talk ever! "Your Brain Raccoons are lying to you! They want you to go steal that guy's leg!"
Left your kindle on the plane Dana?!? Oh no!!
Yeah, today has not been my best day. My back seems to be doing okay, though, as long as I don't wake up in misery tomorrow.
And having posted that Beep Me, I would just like to say here what wasn't appropriate to post there: fuck cancer. BC is such a good guy, and he's leaving us far too soon. Drew and I got to spend a few hours with him on Sunday. We had no idea that hug at the end would be the last time we would see him. I don't know how long he has left, but I am so grateful that his pain has been minimal in these final days and that his mom and sister are with him.
And did I mention fuck cancer?
Ugh. Pix, should we just post on his wall in FB?