Thank you Facebook

I'll admit it I check Facebook more often than is strictly necessary. It's like a physical tick, but in this case electronic? And I do have to say that many of those times when I check it I do not come away terrible enriched except a know a little more precisely what some of my friends happen to be doing/feeling.

But today I watched two videos that a family friend had posted and I laughed pretty hard. Maybe it's because I've been alone in my office all day without the internet, maybe it's because they're magical experiences in less than 5 minutes. You'll just have to watch and see.



(Sorry the other one is only on facebook, but it was teletubbie clips set to some kind of freaky German music--in other words, amazing).

In other news, I finished Chapter Six of my novel (as in the one I'm writing) today. I'm not sure how it really works as a whole or within the piece--it's easy to get tunnelvision when you work in spurts like this--but actually I think I like it even if I did cut out the Pirate King, sorry Caleb. It was your one shining moment.

The Redcoats are Coming

The weather has been so lovely lately that today I decided to meet up with my friend and classmate on Boston Common where she was nannying. We had a grand old time and I stayed there as she ran her charge to preschool. So I spread out a blanket on the grass and was writing when lo and behold, what do I see? A redcoat walking up and down on the stretch of grass before me chatting on his cell phone. Yes, I realize he was almost undoubtedly a tour guide, but watching a man with a tri-corner hat, white breetches, satchel, brass buttons, and the whole kit and kaboodle casually talking on his phone was too funny. I'm really sad I didn't have my camera on me.

On another note, I went to a fireside last night during which the speaker told us, in illustrating a point that demographers say 85% of the world's population has lived since 1820. That staggered me, and even now I'm still not sure whether I can believe it. Is that even possible? I may need to know/learn more . . .


Finally, I assure you this is the last time I will use that joke while living in Boston--after that time, I make no promises.

A Conversation

Between my Mexican classmate/compadre and myself.

Me: does your regard for muffins mean it's okay if I bring them [to a brunch]?
Mexican: Of course! The more, the merrier! Are they fun?
Me: the muffins?
Mexican: Isn't muffin a code name for Mormons?
Me: Not so far as I know . . .

Legitimate

Dear blog,

You have now received an official complaint for libelous interpretation/description. And, considering that the objectors were somewhat illustrious personages, I'm pretty sure that means you're more than just my musings. That's right blog, you're legitimate. (le-git-i-mate: constituting or relating to serious drama as distinct from musical comedy, revue, etc.) No more random hair ribbon stories (though speaking of hair ribbons, that almost happened to me again on Sunday).

I know what you want to know blog, but, as much as I would like to, I'm not going to tell you who the detractors were. I already had to kowtow and use Anne of Green Gables style apology skills. Once burned twice shy. Let's just say my Slytherin post is a little shorter these days.

Also, I thought you'd appreciate this video.

Love,
Lindsay