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I've posted this before.... This is all one needs to do (every few years) to significantly reduce junk mail: Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I've only read a couple of King's novels and both a long time ago. I find just about everything predictable, however. I don't know what it is, but very few things or people surprise me. So when something does I get really excited about it. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Yep. I forgot yesterday and clicked a word in the now evil box. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Neat!

How was that? I enjoy Stephen King, and I really love books in various genres that take place in the South or east coast, especially Florida. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I just said that, too. And I've said it before years ago, and still--I'm no longer working toward any sort of additional degrees, but I'm always reading for some purpose. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I'm getting there. I'm 27. I've done a lot of research, but until recently not a lot of "for nothing other than indulgent pleasure" reading. I decided the problem was a lamp. I like reading in our master, and we have excellent natural light, soothing whites & comfy seats. But, I HATE "fake light". It has to be dim and demure--emitting just enough to find your way around. And in all seriousness--the other day I was annoyed when the sun set and I was not decidedly finished reading. So I searched online for a lamp that was similar to the one I'd coveted but for a fraction of the price. I don't like to settle. But, I finally found one. It arrived just this past Friday. Now, there's no excuse. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

P.S. You're the umpteenth person to recommend this book to me. And recently someone mentioned it in a thread in SC and it was like an, "O.K! I fucking get it! I'll read it!" moment. So, I will.

Shpanks! I don't even bother finishing anything I get a quarter-of-the-way into and it still sucks. I LOVE a good book recommendation. Timeline wasn't awesome, but worth the read. It had some inconsistecies and my own "issues", but I definitely wasn't bored.

I just read Timeline yesterday--had some time. I, too, LOVE Michael Crichton.

In addition: When I wear a skydiving something-or-other out, I wear what is least "in your face". I.e. I want to wear something that represents something else that is a part of me, but I don't like to be all, "Hey, look at me! This is what I do! And here is where I've been!" I get that people are often very proud to do what they do and have been to wherever they've been to. But (other than here, ironically) in "real life", I don't often talk about such things unless it's to relate to someone else or my client. I'm usually very private. What I wear out skydiving-wise, mostly, is my favorite hooded-sweatshirt. It's royal blue, soft & worn, and just has a little emblem on the upper-left-hand side that has a skydiving figure & my old home-DZ name. There's nothing on the back--nothing else on the front. One has to be observant to even notice. I LOVE that. Same with a pair of shorts I sometimes wear on the beach or around the house and then often to run out for a quick errand. I really don't care much for things that have big writing or even (like a band T) that have a bunch of dates & events on it. But ironically I do find it pretty cool when I see someone wearing a T-shirt that has some sort of event or place--& maybe a date on it--that I'm familiar with and don't know anyone else that has it or has been there, too. So, what the fuck do I know. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Branding (obviously) works whether one is conscious of it or not. The only skydiving T-shirts & tanks I have I don't (never have) wear to the DZ. I didn't know I was supposed to. The only one I used to wear to the DZ and is still one of my favorite shirts (because a beautiful, amazing skydiving friend made it for me) is a blue, white & purple, soft, long-sleeved tie-died T. I still love it! It doesn't say anything. Personally, I can't stand logos. But sometimes professionally & socially, I do wear recognizable brands--but one must know their fashion to know what I'm wearing. Many designers have a signature style--and every season a signature cut or ruffle or line or something. So in a way--in those instances--I'm still saying, "Hey, I'm wearing so-and-so", but ironically I do not like things with logos in your face or other insignia. And generally, I wear what is really worn, soft, pratical & I had a coupon for (or was on sale). Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Yes, I would.

Love it. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I remember seeing something on the news not long ago about a contest where the object was to make a simple task more intricate (not necessarily difficult). It was hilarious & completely pointless. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

So the other day I'm staring into our master-bedroom, and I can't place my finger on what is "off". Something has been bugging me about it for a while. (Yes, I'm anal. ) Last week I figured it out! It's the big, fucking alarm clock. It's the same one where the time seemingly goes "invisible" during the day, then magically re-appears at night. It's probably the last remaining item that was originally Billy's in the house . It has an awesome alarm! But, it's also a radio/CD combo thingie and the CD player hasn't worked since before Bill and I were even together (almost eight years). So we made the trip to Sharper Image. I found a handsome, little atomic alarm clock that had me convinced it was made specifically for my room. I read the instruction manual and it seemed my bedside table was in the perfect location for my new little addition. So excited! Cut to this morning--6:30 a.m. Billy is sitting next to me gently tapping my arm. "Hunny? We slept through the alarm." We normally get up at 5 a.m. We run. And we're out the door by 6:15 a.m. for breakfast, and in our offices by 6:45 a.m. I was pissed. I did test the alarm before, and while I was fearful it wasn't loud enough (and there is no volume adjustment), it flashed a light (lights usually wake me). And surely it wouldn't go off before I turned it off, right? I had a big, fucking alarm clock with a big annoying alarm that woke me just fine before! Alas, the evil atomic alarm clock is being returned to Sharper Image in the near future. It's packaged and ready to go back. I should have trusted my instinct when I first heard the alarm. First, I was concerned it ran on batteries. I like things that run on batteries--just not things I rely on to wake me up. Second, I knew that alarm was not loud enough. I've been known to sleep through some pretty loud events and always wake up confused, "What the fuck are you talking about? No way! I would have woken up." Last, it was a bit of a pain to set, and I set a different time--by 5 to 10 minutes--every morning. Don't ask. Bottomline: If it works, don't fix it. Except, I did buy a small, $10 basic alarm clock at Target today. I tested it. It's LOUD! I like it. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Bow Wow. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Well, clearly I would have ruined his dinner as the camera would have been tossed to the side and I'd be out there trying to "save" his ass. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I have a Microsoft Natural Ergonomic Keyboard 4000 v1.0. I love it. It will work fine with your Dell. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Rehmwa & Kelpdiver. If it were lunch I'd have like a whole bunch of other people. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

That's what I want to name my next dog. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Call me spoiled, but I've had one for at least...15 years? I don't know when they came out, but my father always had the latest & greatest computer stuff times two, so I always stole the extra . Like others, I really can't stand the standard. Even in "typing class" in school (where they used standards)--while I was still the fastest typer with the least errors--I found it royally annoying. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

It's funny because I actually did a parody of that in high school. I'm SUCH a Monica, though--other than I'm blonde. That's good. Sabre is a fluff-ball. We've tried different diets, brushing, laxatone, hairball treats--you name it, we've tried it for a good while before deciding it wasn't doing anything. Sabre was not even two weeks old when we nursed him to health. He seems to prefer hacking on the tile so it's not a big deal. And like I said, it's chunky & easy to clean up. (TMI? ) Again, Zoe' doesn't hack often--maybe once or twice a year. She eats the same food Sabre does. But she does go outside quite a bit more than Sabre. And Sabre never leaves our yard when he goes out, even though he could if he wanted to. I don't know what Zoe' gets into, but I wasn't kidding with my previous description. When it happens, it's a big fucking deal. We're talking biohazard zone--rubber suits, masks, plastic bags, disinfectant, new anything it touched other than the tile. We have a lot of tile, but as mentioned, I end up buying a new area rug once/year. She's worth it, though. Here's a photo of my Zoh-doh-bird.

Ours, too. Sabre (the long-hair) every third day and almost always on the tile and chunks, so no-big-thang. Zoe'--OH MY FUCKING GOSH!--she doesn't hack often but when she does it's the most revolting thing. In fact, it makes me almost ralph, myself. The most foul-stench & bunches of places. The worst part? She prefers the area rugs. Thus, we buy a new area rug at least once/year. It's NOT worth it to try to clean it. Trust me on this--worth EVERY PENNY for a new area rug. Oh my gosh I'm going to barf just thinking of Zoe's belly-juice. And it's ALL juice. Juice everywhere. SO fucking gross. I would rather Sabre puke three times/day than every have to clean up a Zoe' puke ever again. Dinner, anyone?

Oh my gosh! She looks just like you! Which is weird because she's so pretty. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.