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This blog has just been pardoned by the president.

I'm still rather broken, but my computer is on the mend, I may have it back by next week!
I'm itching to p-chop something, will take frustrations out on carrots and celery...

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In the space of one week: a heavy door slams my best and healthiest wrist right in the carpals.

A few days after, I drop a heavy green-glass garden cloche ( a big bell jar to protect plant seedlings) on my big toe. And broke it. The toe, that is.

To the fiend with the voodoo doll, please don't make my unsafe-at-any-speed mother drive over to our place for an unscheduled, unannounced visit, and get out of her car, leaving her car in drive with the keys in and the handbrake off, so that it rolls down the street, across the road and into a ditch, coming to rest over the Joneses' custom wooden mailbox, flattened and in flinders beneath the front end of the vehicle. And don't make her skip ringing my doorbell, an have her instead walk up a steep hill to yet another neighbor's to ask to use the phone (in hopes that my husband and I would not discover her mishap?)

...nevermind, voodoo man. The police are here.

Update:

Indignantly: "I didn't have an accident. The car rolled away from me."

P.S. Gentle reader: stay out of farmer's markets until further notice.

He's ready to be an evil ghost.



from CNN.com

In Gaza, where gunmen fired bullets into the air as Koranic verses blared from loudspeakers, a masked member of Al Aqsa Martyrs Brigades ... remained defiant.
'We will kill anyone who would try to bargain over issues President Arafat rejected,' he said. 'No for concessions over Jerusalem, no for settling refugees.'

'We will not rest until we drive the Zionists out of our land,' he said."

Even as his bones moulder in the grave, it's clear he's robbed his people blind of more than money.

Leave him in the dust, folks. It's said of Palestinians they never fail to miss an opportunity for peace, to change their destiny for good. They'll miss it again if they continue to worship this bandit, who not only lived on, but promoted, their misery.

and also a brief explanation for all those who have written to ask for the numbers of my secret swiss bank accounts...

My husband just just got back from Richmond's historic St. John's Church - I've mentioned before my trial-lawyer-in-real-life husband portrays Patrick Henry in a re-enactment of Henry's famous "liberty or death" speech in this church where this speech was originally given. Tonight there was a special private performance.

When he scanned the crowd, he noticed some faces that seemed familiar in the audience. And they were! Congressman Steve Forbes was there with his wife, and Brent Bozell ( whom I love, in an abstract, pure news-watching way) but best of all, John O'Neill of Swift Boat Veterans for Truth fame.

Michael stayed behind after the show for the usual Q&A session; the show seemed to be a big hit with all present.
As things were winding down he did manage to discreetly pay his respects to Mr. O'Neill for the work he had done. As Michael approached him, Mr O'Neill payed him the, IMHO, enormous compliment (considering the quality of ads they produced) of saying he though they really could have used Michael's performance as Patrick Henry in one of their ads.

That would have been something!

I only wish my thanks to O'Neill could have been added to my husbands.

And now some overdue explanation for what Dorkaforktermed my blog's apparent "pining for the fjords".

The first reason is I got the ha-ha gene on Chromosome 6 that makes your eyeballs consume themselves when exposed to tuberculous carnies/suspicious hot-dogs/bird and bunny tent/soy donuts at the state fair.

Maybe that's exaggerating a little. I have ankylosing spondylitis, that disease that guy who cured himself with laughter had. I have the girl version, which means I complain a lot but you really can't tell from looking that anything is wrong. Sometimes it flares and I get stiff and tired.
One or the other eye goes wonky from time-to-time, and I have to use drops and can't wear my contact in that eye. Because I am vain and nearsighted, this means I am half blind for a while and bump into things and can't read what I am typing very well for a couple of weeks while I adjust.

Exacerbating the situation:
My usual computer really is pining for the fjords. The monitor has ceased to be, the hard drive is quite as full as Mr Creosote....this has been coming on for some time. (I have a temorary upgrade in the wings, but until the monitor is repaired there isnt much point in attempting to fluff up the old PC). Also I am secretly holding out for a double G5 with a 30 inch monitor. Ok, 23.

I might be having a few doubts about the mac format, though. This sec I am typing on my husbands old mac. I just can't use mac keybords. They're all gummy and chiclety and the kerys are all in the wrong place.
Plus the Blogger interface is making me hand-enter formatting commands.

Half-blindness and manual entering of HTML go together like salt and papercuts. And lemon juice and papercuts.

So I've been laying low, secretly hoping some people might get the idea I ran off with Allah..

I do have some interesting stuff coming up in the pipeline as soon as I can make it halfway legible....

Giant spiders, cat's with mysterious lettering on their heads, just you wait.

It's SLEEPING