Well, dear readers, I am quite sore from standing on my feet for ten hours yesterday, but I suppose the shoot went well enough and everyone was happy. David Wechter and I stopped on the way home and had Mexican food, because the traffic was so heavy (there was an accident somewhere). It had thinned out by the time we finished dining and I was home at nine-thirty and asleep by eleven-thirty. Now that we’ve dispensed with the facts of the case, let’s get down to some mysterious goings on that have been going on. Or, as Dame Agatha Christie would suggest – let’s use our little gray cells and look for clews.
The first mystery was yesterday’s missing title on these here notes. When I got home and checked the posts, I was surprised to see the title “”, which looked like cat eyebrows to me. Now, the one thing I know is that I did not title these notes “Cat Eyebrows” or the abbreviation thereof (“”). So, just how did those cat eyebrows (“”) get there? I distinctly remember thinking of a title and I distinctly remember thinking about typing in the title that I was thinking of. Then I posted the notes. Either I have what they call “missing time” or I simply forgot to type in the title I was thinking of. Or, a gremlin got into this here site and did something to my title, made it disappear, or usurped it. Dear Reader Laura suggested I give a title anyway, otherwise it would be impossible to search for yesterday’s notes or something. Well, I don’t know about you, dear readers, but I always want to search for yesterday’s notes as well as yesterday’s mashed potatoes, so I went in before retiring to my boudoir, and I gave the notes a title. Therefore, yesterday’s notes are no longer titled Cat’s Eyebrows (“”).
The second mystery has to do with my “favorites” on AOL. I always go into my favorites and click on the link which takes me to the page that I post the notes from. It is easy to do because it is the last thing listed in my favorites. Until this morning, that is. I automatically went to the end of the list, clicked, and I was taken to amazon.com. Now, I like amazon.com as much as the next fellow, but I cannot post the notes from there. So, I went back and looked, and the entire last half of my favorites is now in a different order. How can that be? I did not put them in a different order, so just how did they get in a different order? If we have any dear reader mystery-solvers, please let me know how this happened. Perhaps the same gremlin that ran off with yesterday’s title came in and changed the order of my favorites just to mess with my mind. Well, I will not have my mind messed with, Mr. or Ms. Gremlin, so take a hike to some other site and mess with minds other than mine.
Well, my intention was to have short notes today, but already they are longer than short and younger than springtime – oh, a Rodgers and Hammerstein reference. So, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below and see if there are any mysteries afoot in the next section. Or, at the very least we can see if there are any mysteries ahand or aknee.
No, I don’t see any mysteries or clews in this section. I see no gremlins in this section. Oh, I did forget to mention that it rained for four minutes as we drove through Pasadena. I loved every minute of the rain, but this morning, despite my hopes, there was sun. But now the sun is hiding so maybe more rain will come. I sound like a fourth grader writing a school paper, don’t I? Today I saw the rain. The rain went away. Where did the rain go? I hope it comes back. See Dick run. See Jane eat Dick’s Jell-o while he is running. What the hell am I talking about?
These are supposed to be short notes, for heaven’s sake. For today I have a lot of writing to do, and when I’m done I’ll have a lot of livin’ to do – oh, a Strouse and Adams reference.
Well, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must write, write, write (that is three writes), and I must relax as well. I shall only leave my house to do some shopping. Today is free-for-all day, and I want to see a lot of posts on very interesting subjects. Post away, my pretties.