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So.

I'm so uninspired. As you can tell, I haven't written much lately. I'm feeling extremely lazy. Maybe it's spring fever; it's finally warm here. I'm sure we'll have more cool weather; it's rarely reliably warm before the first week of June.

I finished my lovely Buckeyes/Eclipse socks--and they're too damn small. I cannot believe this. I obsessively check the fit as I knit, and they. are. too. short. and. too. tight. I can rip them out totally and reknit, but as I mentioned, I'm lazy. I can give them away. I hate to go either route. I love them. And I'm lazy.

I couldn't decide what to knit next (see above excuse) so I picked up a pair of socks in Trekking XXL or whatever it's called (lazy) that I started knitting a couple or three years ago. I made the mistake of using size 2 US needles, which really isn't suitable for such thin yarn. I have no idea what I was thinking at the time. They're lightweight, which I guess could be good, but, again, I was too uninspired to rip out the one leg I'd already knit. Now I'm on the foot. Thin, but wool, so all is well.

I finished reading the Barbara Bretton book (I can't remember the title, and, remember.....) and I loved it. It's fun, it's amusing, I like the characters, and I want to read more of her books. I forget what I'm reading now. Honestly. Oh, Firefly Lane. I think. It's good. Last week our school library hosted a book swap and I got that one along with about 10 others, including the first four books in the House of Night series. I cannot imagine that someone would read an entire series once then give it away. That notion is totally foreign to me. My friend took in 75 books to give away. Can you believe that? There was such a good selection at the swap.

Last weekend was warm, partly rainy, partly sunny, and I got to spend some more quality time worshipping the sun. I guess that rules out the chances of me ever being a vampire. I love the sun.

I'm not getting very far in learning what the Blackberry can do. (Lazy.) When all else fails, wait a while longer before you read the instructions, is my motto. I've tried to download Slacker radio; I've created a station that plays only songs that we like, but it's failed to download several times this afternoon and I'm too irritated to try again. I wouldn't want to fling the thing out into the parking lot and break it before I've learned to use it. I downloaded tons of songs onto it the other night, and yesterday we bought the cable that allows us to use it through the car stereo. For the first time in four+ months, we were able to listen to music that we actually like. If only XM hadn't merged with Sirius and seriously f^cked things up. Ah well, I probably wouldn't have been able to talk my way into a Blackberry if that had happened.

It is cool to be able to email and stuff while we're going down the road. I don't like to text, and those keys are no larger if I'm trying to email, but I'm forcing myself to email. I only check my gmail account once a week or so since school has blocked access to it, so this is a nice option.

AND--we got our very first dvr this week! Yes, we've officially joined the 21st century in all ways but HDtv, and that will have to wait. Too late to catch this season's 24, but we'll use it a lot anyway. (Season 7 of 24 was released the day after the season's finale, and I want it. Along with season's 1-6. Yes, there's Hulu, but there's something to be said for watching tv on a larger screen than this one.)

Kitten Marie has recovered from her surgery and is driving Chester nuts. She's very active. She goes home in a month. When we go to "our" condo in the Keys.

Kitty Lily, at only 10 years, died last week. She spent her final hours sitting on our laps (at times draped across us both). It would take her several tries to walk across the room; she'd have to stop and rest. Bless her sweet little heart, she continued to try to use the litter box after she lost the strength to climb into it; she'd pee on the (vinyl, thank God) floor next to it. She wouldn't eat, but she'd still ask to go outside for a little while each day. She was a very sweet kitty. Tom buried her in the lilies in the front yard, one of the few flowers that the deer don't eat. She was named Lily because she was born on Easter Sunday.

That damned message light on the Blackberry is blinking intermittently. I have no idea what it means or how to stop it. We took it to the AT&T store (take THAT, Ntelos) yesterday and it took the staff a while to figure out how to turn it off. I don't know what they did.

By the way, the sound on the little thing is very good, and much better than the sound on this laptop.

So. That's the news as of right now, except for the stuff I've forgotten.

P.S. Have you seen those photos from New Moon the movie?

Finally!

We finished watching season 3 of 24 last night (on dvd). Way back when it first came on years ago I thought that it was a show that I'd like, you know, lots of disasters, terrorists, nuclear blasts, etc. All in LA. I guess the writers either don't want to wander too far away from LA or else LA is a hotbed of terrorism. Even the President is usually in LA.

But when I tried to watch the show on tv, it was just too scrambled for me to keep up with. It's filmed in "real time"; each hour show is one hour of a hellishly long day, hence the title 24. As in hours. But if it's on dvd, I can keep up with what's going on long enough to understand (more or less) what's going on, and it's a really addictive show. Without commercials. So each "hour" of the day is only 40 minutes long.

Anyway, there were a couple of incredibly irritating women on the show, one who worked for Counter Terrorism Unit (CTU) LA Division, the other the meddling power-hungry narcissistic bitch ex-wife of the President, who is that rare political animal, a good and honest man.

Nina, the CTU witch, turned out to be working for first Serbs (first season) then Russians (second season). She was deported (and I still don't fully understand that; she was an American citizen) but kept managing to sneak back into the US and get involved in terrorist plots. Oh, and she also killed Jack Bauer's wife, and Jack doesn't forgive things like that.

Jack Bauer is CTU's best man. Jack doesn't eat, drink, take a cigarette break, or sleep; he does his job and he does it well. He doesn't always play by the rules which frequently gets him a time-out from his bosses at CTU. That doesn't mean he gives up; not Jack, he just keeps working.

Nina showed up again 3rd season; already I can't remember just what treasonous activities she was involved in, but this time Jack killed her. We cheered. Then, during the last show of the 3rd season, the President's MP-HNB ex-wife, who was once again working with the terrorists, was finally killed. Dead. THAT was the most satisfying moment of the show up to this point.

I hope that Tom brought home season 4 today. According to the promo from the end of the 3rd season, Jack loses his job and says a very bad word. I can't wait to see how he gets out of this one. Without Chloe the Wonder Nerd to open sockets, download schematics, and set up perimeters for him, how is he going to rid the world of whatever terrorist threat is in LA this season?

If I lived in LA, I think I'd move somewhere safer, like Iraq.