Sometimes I delude myself into thinking that I know what I’m doing when it comes to my website. I’m all, “Self! wow! that button that says you are going to blogher is actually from blogher ’08. Maybe it’s time to take that down.” which, naturally, I convince myself is an easy task. I mean, really, it’s just cutting and pasting! I can do that! but then while I’m in there, something happens. I decide to start CHANGING things. I mean, hey, I was kind of interested in a new twitter icon anyway, and there are so many free icon sites out there…I mean, just look at this
and then BOOM GOES THE DYNAMITE…and I’ve gone and broken the internet. yes, not just my site. The entire internet. because I’m awesome like that.
so, I’m adding another thing to learn to do to my list of, well, things to learn to do. basic web design. html. css. other things currently on the list of things to learn:
to use my camera properly.
to dance without looking like a douche.
to use photoshop.
to play guitar.
to fly a plane.
to sew an original hem on my jeans.
to speak another language.
to accessorize properly.
to love my body.
to try not to snark too much on shows like Riverdance.
I had better get started. I’ve got lots to do.
Including learning how to walk into a book store and NOT drop hundreds of dollars in one fell swoop (also, learning to not use the phrase ‘in one fell swoop’). Seriously. I have issues. I went to Indigo to buy two books – Twilight and New Moon. Apparently, my copies were lent out and never returned. (another thing to learn: keep better track of who has my books) So, I was going to use a gift card to replace them, because, really what good is a four-part series without the first two parts?!
I walked out with, um, many many books. I can’t help it. I swear, a nicely designed cover, a book with buzz, and interesting title and ooh, that paper they use on some trade paperbacks…MAKES ME HOT.
Bright Shiny Morning. A Reliable Wife. Still Alice. The Shack. Daughter of Fortune. The Yiddish Policeman’s Union (the title…swoon)
and then there’s the whole pick-up-a-book-whilst-standing-in-line phenomenon. Those books are placed there for people like me. As I’m standing in line waiting I’m all “Hey! I totally need this mass market paperback Jodi Picoult My Sister’s Keeper even though I find almost every single one of her books completely unsatisfying and sometimes it takes me months to get through a single one [see: 19 Minutes] but, by golly, I need it. I NEED it! It must be mine!” and then I add it to my pile.
and now.
now.
I have to return to the bookstore. To get me a copy of this.
I am in trouble.

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