Really, I tried to post last night when I got home, but I got a Blogger error message and couldn't get anything to post! So, 3 days in and I've already missed a day - but perhaps that's not too important yet since NO ONE is reading this (not even me after I proof it) primarily because I haven't told anyone about it (although, as stated in an earlier installment, since I occasionally write "SEX" in large, bold letters, principally to infuriate porn searches, there might actually be one or two people throwing rocks at their monitors in frustration after finding this blog since I never actually talk about sex at all). Today I am blogging from the Sonoma County Library in Healdsburg (they have WiFi, yay) so I can sit here, wait for my car to be serviced by the local mechanic, and write a blog entry all at the same time (I feel like a lawyer doing billable hours on multiple clients simultaneously, wheee!).
Yesterday, Kyle and I went to The Great Mall in Milpitas, a former auto factory turned into a rather odd kind of outlet mall. Odd because most of the stores at the mall have now migrated from being actual outlets to just being regular stores in a big old factory setting, with pretty much the same pricing as every other mall. But it's still kind of fun walking around the giant building (now subdivided into many individual stores laid out in racetrack form around the entire multi-acre site), although we didn't buy anything other than coffee. Hmm, this seems like a particularly dull blog today - what we need is some croquette! I love croquette, probably because I play with a verve and vindictiveness seldom seen by civilized humans (unless you've watched me playing croquette or driving bumper cars you may not have seen this fiercely aggressive side of me - it's so fun getting you're opponent's bumper car up on two wheels!). But croquette is such an eloquent and sophisticated game, it's just wonderful to get out there and smack the hell out of your opponents balls! And if you don't know the rules, yes, there are circumstances where whacking your opponets balls is not only permissable, but strategically essential.
I am currently readying The Count of Monte Cristo because I was found to be most like Edmond Dantes in an internet poll, so I wanted to find out exactly what that means (never having read it, although my friends seem concerned, and I want to find out why). However, since the book is in French (and my French is still pretty bad), I'm reading a translation, and I feel that I may be missing some of the beautiful prose that Alexander Dumas wrote in his native language. But until my French comes up to 19th century French Literature standards, I'm stuck with translations (I figure it would take me most of the rest of my life to read it in French - although my French would be much better by the time I finished, I suppose...)
I am, again, going to post this more or less "as is" since I not only have little to say right now, but this is supposed to be my dumping ground for writing that really isn't focused in any particular direction - so, enjoy (all you non-followers out there), and I will endeavor to have something slightly more exiting to talk about in the near (possibly very near) future!