I (begrudgingly) have Facebook. What am I supposed to do?
check your fb account - I’ve contacted you there 
Rose it was too late for me.
Dindin was teh nummy if’n I do say so myself! I make good jambalaya.
I am contemplatin’ takin’ a jacuzzi bath whilst sippin’ on a glass o’ wine. Decisions, decisions!
I stayed up past 1 last night. I was tired, but I was also busy renaming images to turn into covers for The Shadow ebooks. At midnight, the repeated titles of ‘___ of death (!)’ suddenly gets really really funny. Not to mention (and these are actual titles from the Shadow pulp magazine) ‘Murder Genius’, ‘Murder House’, ‘Murder Lake’, ‘Murder Mansion’, and my personal favorite ‘Murder Marsh’
Well, it’s good to know I have lots of company in the non-sleeping department.
Glad moving appears to be progressing, Wiki.
Not surprisingly, I’m tired tonight and planning for an early evening.
Hugs all.
GT
When you figure it out, let me know? I’ve been on FB for less than a week, and only because it’s the one way most of the Rennies communicate. It’s mind-boggling how we’re portraying 16th Century life, yet as a whole, we are some of the most high-tech and tightly-connected groups. It seemed like half of the cast would grab their iPhones as soon as they were backstage and start poking and texting.
Someone joked about how it was time for the post-Faire friend request bombing to happen. No kidding… 25 friend requests came in for me today. I don’t even know half of them, and the other half were people that I’d probably recognize, but never interacted with.
Sometimes I think there’s a lot of truth to the “I’ve got more friends than you!” motive.
Two more interviews to go…I can do this. My brain is fried. I then have 8 more to do tomorrow which I am not looking forward to. I am however up to date on a bunch of other projects which means I can sit and focus on my other ‘big-big-super-urgent-must-be-completed-now-now’ project and get a chunk done tomorrow afternoon.
I am also hoping for an early night tonight after not sleeping well at all all weekend.
Well, transition to the Blackberry isn’t going well. I can’t figure out how to change ringtones, and the battery was dead for so long, it didn’t hold charge very long tonight. We’ll see how it does after a night on the charger. I may give up and just get a new phone. I hate that I need a cell… actually, I don’t need it. It’s just nice to have in a pinch. Maybe I should look into pay-as-you-go?
Oh well, one day down, one more to go till a looooooong weekend. Yay!
People, sorry 'bout the two trombone stuff. See, I couldn’t sleep early Sunday morning… and I wrote. I’ll tone it down. Sorry…
PS- Took the trumpet in jr high (as the family had one bought) and was horrible at it. Took some piano, but I hated the book music the teacher wanted me to parrot. In HS, I bought a single pick-up guitar at a garage sale, soldered together parts from an old stereo & played to records (badly). I learned that if you are short on guitar picks, its cheaper in the long-run to go out & buy some plastic ones than to flatten nickles on RR tracks instead.
btw- You have no idea just how liberating it can be when you find out you you really Are good at something with your hands; not just 25th best, or 10th best…but something where you can really shine.
Wish I could help you, gt, but I have real issues with sleep myself. Nothing I try works, so I operate on a huge deficit of sleep all the time.
This is what my house and street look like right now. Stoopit snow.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2095171&id=1404049232&l=3ee8b94227
Worked, came home, more tomorrow(with Company president coming in).
I used to stay up all night, watching that.
I played trumpet in 6th grade. My instructor told me to get a day job.
gotti, the Booster clubs are the same way on Facebook. If I get a friend request with 30+ mutual friends I know it’s from here or hockey.
Count, nah, that wasn’t bad at all.
Good luck with the move, wiki!
“That’s the World News Polka!”
Sorry that you have sleep issues, GT; at least you’re not alone. I don’t have problems falling asleep - I wake up in the middle of the night and then can’t get back to sleep. It’s always something! Gentle hugs to you, though, and sending sleepy time thoughts your way tonight. 
Had my pre-surgery appt. with the opthamologist today - BP was at 156/84; still high, but at least it has come down some. And yikes, I really am nearly blind in my left eye! :eek: Have to be at the out-patient surgery center next Monday morning at 6:45! Please think good thoughts for me, and ones that will help me to stay away from the “hidden” sodium over Thanksgiving (very hard to do!). There’s -tons- of sodium in cottage cheese, for God’s sake!
Hah, our local weather person just did his winter forecast and he practically promised that we wouldn’t have more than 8 inches of snow this winter. I think that was per storm, though. LOL I do so hope he’s right about that. 
Almost ready for the turkey day feast. Rosie, I am looking forward to reading about your LI Sound ferry tale next week. Hope you have a great time in Boston. Wonder how BBS (remember him?!) is doing? He was in the Boston area, IIRC. Dunno what made me think of him just now, though. LOL
At least tomorrow is Tuesday and it’s a holiday week, right?
I played the tuba in 7-8th grade.
I also played the piano, violin and guitar at various points in my childhood.
I have retained none of those skills except for rudimentary piano-playing ones… 
Tarra – “Sod” means “secret” in Hebrew. So “Sod”-ium is, obviously, that which is hidden! 
Good luck with the eye surgery.
**Rosie **-- “Meddle not in the affairs of the dragon; for you are crunchy and good with ketchup”
**Wiki **-- I believe that your move brings you, geographically, marginally closer to me than you were. I approve!
I’m sure the move will go OK – in the end, the physical move is technical details. What I would like to wish you is good luck with the “emotional move” in you life, and a good fresh start
We had The Sol Incident back in 8th grade.
Mother Ribas, the music teacher, was one of the most feared teachers in the school. From my point of view, she wasn’t so bad, but if your idea of “teaching nun” was those other ones who loved fluffy rabbits and widdle children, she wasn’t it. She was one of those women who realize quite early in their lives that when people ask “do you like children?”, what comes to their minds is “I don’t know, never tried roasting one with parsley.” She wasn’t the best of teachers either, but at least with her you knew where you stood; she made the rules and requirements clear, and she managed to instill in us a love of music that went way beyond knowing who holds the current Top 40 Number One. Three years of “music theory and that damn flute” at the nuns (6-8th grades), which was not a government-mandated course; then one government-mandated year of History of Music at the Jesuits.
Anyway. In 8th grade, we had a different music book than in 6th and 7th. One of the songs was a popular folk song, and it had a typo. There was a La which should have been a Sol. All students agreed, it should be a Sol. So one day in class she told a student to play that song, he played it, she corrected him “you played a Sol here, it’s a La”, the student (who was one of the best and best-behaved students in the school, nobody would have accused him of being a troublemaker) said that the book was wrong. Mother said “you must play what’s in the book”. The rest of us chorused “but Mother, the book is wrong.” “The book is not wrong.” “Mother, maybe it’s a La wherever the author is from, being a folk song. But the way we sing it, it’s a Sol.”
She never admitted out loud that we were right, but she didn’t press the point either, being wise in the Ways of Knowing When A Bunch of Thirteen Year Olds Are Willing to Be Politely Stubborn for As Long As It Takes. I understand that in later years she put that song in the list of “songs you should still use for practice but which aren’t required”.
We were a terribly unruly bunch, we were. And that note was very much a Sol. 43 of us said [del]so[/del]Sol.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. Gonna be 80 Amurrkin today. Looks like the attire for Turkey Day will be shorts.
Wiki since today’s the big move day, good luck! Or, what Special1 said cause he said it better.
Nava did y’all chorus, “It is so Sol! So There! :p?”
Herbs prayers and good thoughts headed your way for the cataract surgery.
Taters ick! I am no fan of snow whatsoever.
MOOOOOOM can you hear me now?
Count TMI is a staple of the MMP. Like toilet paper, there is never enough thing as too much.
Ima make pies, make the cranberry sallit (YUCK!), bake up cornbread for the dressin’, and probably go ahead and set the table today. Plus I get to be a bear who lunches as I got invitated to lunch by MOG.
Ok, more caffiene needed. Rumbly tummy demands to be fed also.
Later Y’all!
Actually, having checked the actual minimum distances involved…
Kodiak Island->Tel-Aviv: 10051 Km (going North and very slightly EAST, essentially trans-polar)
Seattle (it is seattle, right?) → Tel Aviv: 10873 km (Going North and WEST, over Canada and Greenland.)
So, **Wiki **is actually getting farther away from me…
And I’m an irredeemable map geek… :o
OTOH, she’s MUCH closer to me. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Caffeination in progress. I got nuthin else.
Seattle is closed.
We had a lot of snow (for us), 5" at our house. Now it’s waaay cold. It hardly ever gets below freezing here, it’s 19° right now. There are people who haven’t yet made it home from last night’s commute.
I’m going back to bed, where it’s warm.
Just think BBBobbio if you move to MOOOOOMLand you’ll be even closer to Wiki!
Pies are coolin’. Da cave smells all sweet N.O.T. pieriffic! I had enough to make three so Ima take one to a friend who lurves him some sweet N.O.T. pie. I called him to make sure he’d be home later on just sayin’ I have a surprise for him. I’m a good friend, I am!
Cornbread bakin’ now. I am a cookin’ machine!