Nothing posted but links, nothing fit to print? I've lazywebbed my own blog. Let me knock a few cobwebs out of my head, then.
One link I will share with you is a story about Saudi bloggers, women in particular, who are pushing the boundaries of free speech in a new venue. You know, every time I get a little cynical about what I do for a living, I'm reminded that the ability for everyone to have a printing press at their fingertips still is a revolutionary notion.
There are, for the moment, two dogs living in my apartment, my Stella and a 9-month-old pit bull named Rune. Which brings our small building's total up to 3 dogs. They have alternated daily activities between "let's get sprayed by a skunk!", "let's destroy the garden!", and "let's be really really cute!" I'm trying to get a photo of all three together but they are usually too busy chasing each others' tails when they are all together, like a fuzzy little girl gang.
I read James Frey's A Million Little Pieces. For all the brouhaha in blogland (jealous, much?) it's actually quite a good book. It needs to be shorter, the dialogue is trite at times, he lied to Oprah, (don't you immediately get struck by lightning if you lie to Her?) and in my mind, his biggest sin is trying to be the new Dave Eggers. And yet - it's the sort of book that sticks with you emotionally, little phrases popping back up at you. Especially if you've ever known someone stubborn as hell who has gone through addiction and rehab. Thanks to Ales for the recommendation - you were so far ahead of Miss Winfrey.
Just for good measure, here's a tune I've been listening to, for your legal downloading indie-kid pleasure, via 3hive.
Oh, and I've recently rejoined Netflix, since I am without cable. Won't you be my Netflix friend? Leave your email address hidden oh.so.cleverly IN the comments.