sunday, september 5, 1999

We had a good amount of rain today as Dennis begins to empty itself out. And although I have a good amount of homework to do, I spent the afternoon curled on my couch, watching Dead Again for the millionth time. I simply had to, after Elspeth of Jabberwocky and I had a nice little e-mail conversation, reminiscing about when we first saw it, how we jumped out of our seats at the twists and turns and how disappointed we were when Kenneth Branagh and Emma Thompson got divorced. It is a great little movie. It has romance, mystery, suspense, humor, history, and Andy Garcia. If you haven't seen it and you're looking for a good rental, check it out. And if you're trying to quit smoking, this movie will help. Trust me. My hit count is back to normal. I realized that the reason it was so high probably had to do with people resetting their bookmarks and such, not that I had suddenly become so popular. I want to thank everyone for not bursting my bubble. I mentioned in my intro story that I was happy with the number of readers I have, and honestly, that's true. I don't think I could handle several hundred people needing to know what I had to say. Too much pressure to be fabulous all the time. I understand that "Candies" really really wants to be provocative with their advertising, but I think it's gone too far now. They're running commercials that show a girl splayed out on a bed looking all smitten, and a guy in the bathroom spraying cologne down his shorts. Uh, guys? Don't do that. Please. I'd like to have a job where I need to wear a badge. I don't know why, but it always seemed cool to me to be able to wear something that says I belonged wherever I happened to be. I had a badge over the summer, one that let me cut in line if people were waiting to get into a courtroom, or to bypass the metal detectors outside the courtroom. I still had to go through them to get in the courthouse, but if I set it off, I could usually just show my badge and be allowed on my way. I also needed it to get back into the client interview rooms at the prison. I remember the first week I was at work, I was secretly all excited at having a badge. I had it clipped to the bottom edge of my jacket, and one of the lawyers noticed it and said, "Ah, we can tell you're the new kid." "Why?" "Because you're still wearing your badge." I really appreciated that, and I'm not being sarcastic. I thought it was an extremely tactful way to say, "It's kind of geeky to wear your badge in the office." There's a link to it at the bottom of the page, but I just wanted to announce that the notify list for Abeyance is now open. It's just a one-way thing, and no waiting for approval. Come one, come all, even if you are my mother.