I love my wife. I love her and she loves me. One thing I really like about her is that she appreciates the significance of me attending dance lessons. What a hard thing that is for me to do. I mean, I thought cello was hard. I was right, too. But dancing, whew. It was misleading, probably on purpose so not everyone would drop out after the first night. They started with the easy dances. Fox trot. Slow waltz. I can handle those. Remember me talking about that? Me, Mr. Ballroom Dancer? Last time we tried something they called “Boogie Woogie” which seems to be some form of swing dancing, if I understand all this correctly. It would probably be a lot of fun if I didn’t have this problem coordinating my limbs. And we do it again in about four and a half hours from now. But I’ll do it with a smile on my face because I’m just crazy about Alpha.

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I’ve got my plan for next month all worked out. Basically, I’ll just be transferring my energies from playing Yahoo Wordracer to writing a novel. I figure that’ll come to at least 3,000 words a day right there, with only an hour or two’s work. Then, reduce my blogging from long rambling posts to putting up caption contests, personality test links, pictures of my office coffee machine and whatever’s hot on Daypop: another 1k-2k right there. In a pinch, I’ll just repost some old thing about my cats vomiting, everyone loves that and no one would notice the repeat. I figure I’ll finish the novel in about a week and a half (or at least the 50K minimum required for the contest), giving me nearly three weeks to make fun of everyone else. This is going to be great.

Go over and leave your favorite scary story at the Raising Hell Scary Story Contest, right now.

In the course of some geneological research I found out that a distant relative has written a book on part of the family and is somehow affiliated with this site, which got me thinking, you know, gee, personal history writing, memoires, what a totally cool idea, I should do something like that.

Don’t download these books if you live in the United States.
(Wow, Finnegan’s Wake! Hey, H. Rider Haggard! I’ve always thought his book “She” (apparently not one of his works available on this website), although corny, would be a perfect film vehicle for Cher.)

I was doing a google image search for pictures of Katherine Harris, of whom I am fond, for another installment of Convergent Evolution, and found this. Dang. Now I need to find someone else.