Ide(io)trorce

If you get a comment from a strange anonymous person whose name is similar to Idiot Rorce, don't feel guilty about deleting it. It's spam. Judging from the hits at google, it's a bot, and has hijacked more than one computer too.

(But if you comment on it, do what I did and change the name a little, so that the google count stays low. That will pretty much spoil the brat's fun.)

Ide(io)trorce

If you get a comment from a strange anonymous person whose name is similar to Idiot Rorce, don't feel guilty about deleting it. It's spam. Judging from the hits at google, it's a bot, and has hijacked more than one computer too.

(But if you comment on it, do what I did and change the name a little, so that the google count stays low. That will pretty much spoil the brat's fun.)

Tis the Season!

I went and saw The Revels today, knowing I'd meet a friend who was also there and I turned out to be sitting just above her and two rows back (although there was a drop, so I didn't find her till intermission. Of course, by that time I'd got myself got caught up in the long line of dancers heading out into the lobby, singing "Lord of the Dance" with the rest, so I was pretty happy already.

After the second half, we went with her and her mom and some of her mom's friends (none of whom I'd met before) to Legal Seafood, where I stuffed myself on scrod and talked entirely too much on cats, knitting, and Roxbury Puddingstone. Fortunately, they were all lovely people and put up with me, but I came home still giddy from good music and good company. Good thing I don't drink!

Trying to find rock salt in preparation for tonight/tomorrow's storm brought me down with a thump. Nine bucks for ten pounds! But I couldn't find it anywhere else within walking distance and it's cold out there...

Oh, well, I have leftovers in the refrigerator, a pile of new Revels CDs (because I utterly failed my resistance roll) and the prospect of a day when it will be a virtue to sit inside and drink hot chocolate...

*wanders off to listen to the weathercasters panic for a little while before she goes to sleep*

Tis the Season!

I went and saw The Revels today, knowing I'd meet a friend who was also there and I turned out to be sitting just above her and two rows back (although there was a drop, so I didn't find her till intermission. Of course, by that time I'd got myself got caught up in the long line of dancers heading out into the lobby, singing "Lord of the Dance" with the rest, so I was pretty happy already.

After the second half, we went with her and her mom and some of her mom's friends (none of whom I'd met before) to Legal Seafood, where I stuffed myself on scrod and talked entirely too much on cats, knitting, and Roxbury Puddingstone. Fortunately, they were all lovely people and put up with me, but I came home still giddy from good music and good company. Good thing I don't drink!

Trying to find rock salt in preparation for tonight/tomorrow's storm brought me down with a thump. Nine bucks for ten pounds! But I couldn't find it anywhere else within walking distance and it's cold out there...

Oh, well, I have leftovers in the refrigerator, a pile of new Revels CDs (because I utterly failed my resistance roll) and the prospect of a day when it will be a virtue to sit inside and drink hot chocolate...

*wanders off to listen to the weathercasters panic for a little while before she goes to sleep*