It worked then. So now I'm proclaiming to everyone who reads this blog (at least 4 people, maybe 5) that I'm never going to watch American Idol again. Never! I'm making this a public declaration so you can hold me to it. Never ever ever.
You would think that by not watching American Idol, I'd get a lot more free time, since for me the joy of AI isn't AI, but the endless blogs and message boards on the subject. But last night, instead of reading about AI or anything else, I played two hands of Free Cell with an actual deck of cards. I won both, which leads me to believe the computer version makes it harder for a reason.
I did begin Mistress Of The Monarchy though. As of the moment, we know almost nothing about Katherine Swynford, including who her mother was. This one's going to be a real challenge for Alison Weir.
My friend Lew (aka Lewis Grossberger) is now a contributor to True/Slant. Here's a link to his latest entry.
This morning at 4 AM, Scooter decided to play Purr On The Neck, with unusual fervor. At one point he climbed on my head and planted a flag on my left cheek. I actually gave in at 4:30, got up and put some dry food in his bowl. That bought me two more hours sleep.
A week ago, Marci and Alice came over so Alice could meet Scooter. Alice took a video of Scooter playing her her hair. If you can accept the concept of a video of a twelve week old kitten being kind of kinky, well, it's kind of kinky. Gustave Klimt would have loved it.
But I bet he would have sworn off American Idol after this season also!