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The ultimate meme! Perfect for someone who, like me, is ordinarily too damn lazy to fill the things out. According to

elissa_carey, you, gentle reader, are to click the Comment on this link, copy the following, and answer the questions. This will presumably provide valuable information to all concerned. We'll see.

What is my real name:
Where did we meet:
How long have you known me:
How well do you think you know me:
Do I smoke:
When you first saw me, what was your first impression:
My hair and eye color:
What's one of my favourite things to do:
What's one of the first things I said to you:
What's my favourite type of music:
What's my best physical feature:
Am I shy or outgoing:
Would you say I'm funny:
Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules:
Any special talents I have:
Would you consider me a friend:
Have you ever seen me cry:
A good nickname for me would be:
Am I in love, and with who:
Say anything to me here:
Have I ever been hospitalized and what for:
Have you ever had a crush on me:

In other news, I got my hair cut today (every six months whether I need it or not). My hair is now lovely and blow-dried and smelling of Aveda products. (It's the second time I've had this guy and he's good, but I fear he won't last long — he made no effort at all to get me to buy overpriced haircare products and responded to my remark about highlights with "No, I don't think you need them." Nice guy though.) Very much enjoyed the feeling of being just up the street from work but not having to go in.

I made a long list of things to do with my three-day weekend and haven't done many of them so far. I meandered all the way home from Tonic, stopping at four bookstores (well, five, but I only stopped in at Indigo to use the bathroom), one restaurant and six clothing stores along the way. The fad for flared jeans can end any time now. The pants I tried on at Mexx were actually pretty nice but pricier than I had in mind so I didn't get 'em. However, I am now the proud possessor of the following:

Sweet Danger by Margery Allingham

The Railway Children by E. Nesbit

Thus was Adonis Murdered by Sarah Caudwell, which I've been searching for forever; I saw it in the mystery stack at the Word and uttered an audible gasp as I grabbed it and clutched it tightly to my chest. I was looking for The Stone Carvers, but they didn't have it although they had four other of Jane Urquhart's books, which seemed unfair.

The Stone Carvers (got it at Paragraphe in the end)

Resurrection Men by Ian Rankin (Paragraphe was having at 21%-off-all-fiction sale for its 21st anniversary, and The Stone Carvers looked lonely all by itself)

Not that I've finished the last lot of books I bought OR the ones I brought back from Toronto this time around, except for My Brother Michael by Mary Stewart. Ah well, all things in time. But I have to read The Stone Carvers because book club night has once again snuck up on me (it's this Thursday). It looks a bit formidable. Naturally I haven't touched it yet, but I've finished Thus was Adonis Murdered, which is wonderful. Unfortunately Sarah Caudwell went and died after she'd only written four books, but they are all delightful. For your amusement, the first paragraph:

Scholarship asks, thank God, no recompense but Truth. It is not for the sake of material reward that she (Scholarship) pursues her (Truth) through the undergrowth of Ignorance, shining on Obscurity the bright torch of Reason and clearing aside the tangled thorns of Error with the keen secateurs of Intellect. Nor is it for the sake of public glory and the applause of the multitude: the scholar is indifferent to vulgar acclaim. Nor is it even in the hope that those few intimate friends who have observed at first hand the labour of the chase will mark with a word or two of discerning congratulation its eventual achievement. Which is very fortunate, because they don't.

So that's that.

And tomorrow, I shall clean my kitchen. Yes, I know you've heard this before, but it's true, really it is.