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Dear Vox: Your cell phone

Dear Vox: Your cell phone interface sucks.

Wouldn't you know...the day I

Wouldn't you know...the day I don't wear makeup, I get my photo taken TWICE for all my new ID cards...

*snort*

Gandalf Goes to the World Cup

How cute is

How cute is this necklace?

But all that weight hanging on my neck would give me a splitting headache. :(

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I haven't been able to access CuteOverload

since yesterday afternoon.

Anyone else?

QotD: I Scream for Ice Cream

Ice cream season is here! What's your favorite flavor? How do you take it? (Cup, cone, waffle cone, sundae etc.)

I don't eat ice cream much, because the cold makes my teeth hurt. But when I do splurge, I like butter pecan, or pralines and cream, or sweet cream with oreos (I think that's what Cold Stone Creamery has).

I'm also totally happy with an Oreo Blizzard from Dairy Queen.

Oh, and I forgot. I can eat a waffle cone if I have to but I prefer straight up in a cup or a bowl. Less melty and messy that way.

Not quite the same meaning...

Down the Garden Path (Tessa Fields Mystery)

Dorothy Cannell

I'm reading a lightweight, cozy mystery by Dorothy Cannell, entitled "Down the Garden Path," in which our heroine is looking for her birth mother, and fakes amnesia so that she can spend some time in the ancestral home of two elderly village ladies, because she thinks her mysterious origins are suggestive of an event that happened centuries ago involving another foundling and a distant ancestress of her elderly hostesses.

A visitor makes the following remarks about the numerous clocks they have in the house:

"Another Butler blessing. He has got your clocks going. Not in perfect accord"--another ping-pong began behind us--"but it's good to know that there is life in the old tocks yet."

Life in the old tocks yet. Bwah!

Seen on the way to lunch

This is probably sideways and I can barely see the cellphone screen in the sunlight. Does this photo even begin to convey the disheveled gorgeousness of a huge mishmash of colorful flowers?

Edit: Okay, I've turned it the right direction!

This planter stands as tall as I am, so it was hard to get a photo of the whole thing. If I was eight feet tall, I could have gotten a photo looking down on it from the top. Formal gardens with carefully coordinated plantings are nice, but a wild profusion of colors is stunning.

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I like Georgette Heyer's books, but...

Death in the Stocks

Georgette Heyer

Seriously, some of her characters in these mystery novels are just too...ridiculous.

I'm currently reading "Death in the Stocks." A man is murdered and his body is left in the village stocks. He was not very much liked by his family (or by anyone else, for that matter), and naturally there is a plethora of suspects.

His half-brother seems to think it's a game. He spends the ENTIRE book trying to dream up reasons for the police to think he did it. Dude, this is murder. If they can convince a jury that you did it, you'll probably get the gallows.

The half-sister isn't much better.

It's not just a matter of them not liking him and so not mourning his passing very much. But there are certain things you DON'T do, or people lock you up for being unsafe in public on your own.

But since this is Georgette Heyer, that means there is a strong element of romance, so they're both going to wind up marrying...nice, sensible, intelligent people who should know better. Why anyone in their right minds would want to marry these two, beats me.