Luckily, I'm not Helen Keller and have never read the waffle iron.

I'm back, as you can see. Just like always I had a swell time and am glad to be home. I saw a family of galloping turkeys and a some swarming frogs and spiders and a mouse and a bunch of those butterflies that are either monarchs or those ones that look like monarchs. Who can tell from a moving car? Not me, obviously.

While I was relaxing, I read Bad Twin, which I borrowed from uterdic. I was not impressed with the writing style at all. Mr. Purgatory's choice of vocabulary was repetitive, dull, and absurd. Three different characters in three different parts of the world used the word "settee" to describe a small sofa or couch, or davenport, or love seat. One of these characters was a gruff ship captain referring to a sofa on his ship. Did everyone start saying settee and I missed it?
Anyway, the book only had a few remotely revealing things about LOST.
And I'm not entirely clear on the concept, which seems to involve a fictional author (that part I get, as I wouldn't put my own name on it either) writing a fictional novel featuring people from a fictional show. Where, exactly, is the fiction? In the book? In the whole thing? I'm confused.
And why would Dharma or Hanso even care that such a book is published? It didn't tell us anything significant, so far as I can tell. Just a few tiny hints at things. I daresay, I'm starting to feel a little "played" by the way they put nonsensical things in places just to get us talking about it. It's like a conspiracy, wrapped in a second conspiracy, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a vest. You know what I'm talking about...

H moved our living room furniture around while I was gone. He's both awesome and clever. We had discussed a few things, but I told him to just do whatever he wanted with the furniture. He really took the focus off the TV and now the living room is more like a conversation pit than a poor approximation of a movie theatre. I actually thought we got a new TV because ours looked so much bigger the way the room is now. I'm gonna tweak a few things when I wake up, but it looks awfully nice. Plus I'll have the opportunity to put up some posters on the newly vacated wall space. H put up his Bette Page movie poster. It's quite attractive.

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I have a horrible, busy week shaping up. I sure hope it's not gonna be seven thousand degrees with %200 humidty again. Tuesday I see the regular doctor, Weds is Group, Thurs I see the crazy-med doctor, and then I meet my new job counselor (where I have to take the damn Meyer-Briggs and who knows what other tests), and Friday I have an interview to be a receptionist. Probably a futile gesture, but why the hell not, no?

Anyone with any taste at all should check out, be impressed by, and then add the delightful hulk_smashy.
It's just as smashy as it sounds. It features, as you might imagine, Hulk (and friends) and is by the enchanting and talented smarbaby, the artist who also gave Gronk, and the illustrations of MRoM to the world. Oh, and she is a nerd.

Okay then, I'll leave you with this:

How Will I Die Quiz You will die at the age of 93 You will die when your chair explodes very unexpectedly Find out how you will die at Quizopolis.com