I don’t know that I’ve addressed it here, but I seriously LOVE my kindle. Like enough that I want to marry it. Which would probably be a little bit difficult because I married Mountain Dew in 4th grade, and while we’ve been separated for awhile, I’ve never actually gotten a divorce.  I know that seems a little sleazy, but I’ve got a friend who married a baseball card in 3rd grade, and he’s been dating other women ever since. Scumbag.

Anyway, back to my Kindle love.

I never have to carry around heavy books. If that isn’t a reason to write love notes I’m not sure what is. I take the train to work everyday, so this is kind of a big deal.  In addition to the ability to hold thousands of books that I’ll never need to carry, it’s also saving me from walking funny due to a bum shoulder from carrying books in my handbag. Yeah, I’ve caught myself giving sympathetic glances to the people on the train lugging 400 page books. But certainly not in a smug way!

New releases are $9.99. Okay, blessing and a curse. I used to go to the libarary a lot more, so I’m not actually sure if I can point to any real cost savings. But still!! Other people are spending 23 bucks for hardbacks! No, we won’t mention the initial cost of the device, I’m sure I will have made up for that in book prices in the next few months.  So if you are debating one, make the move. I  haven’t had a moments regret.

Currently Reading/Recently finished

Taking Woodstock

The Recipe Club: A tale of Food and Friendship

With all the reading I’m doing for the 5 bookclubs I’ve joined (Whoops! Am I over doing it?), I’m getting behind on my DVR. So I caught up on Project Runway this evening. Ummm,  hello??? Ping’s model struts down the runway with her ass on display (not to mention last weeks disaster. Seriously, that outfit is what I look like when I stumble out of bed with a hangover and get caught up in my sheets), and she is STILL here? Oh Heidi, you disappoint me.

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star trek

It’s confession time. I refuse to live in the shadows any longer.

I’m a closet Star Trek: The Next Generation junky.

I can’t get enough of it.

Sometimes when you aren’t working for awhile you develop odd habits. When you have no time constraints and a short to do list you find
yourself filling passing minutes in strange ways. When you haven’t had cable in like 6 years and you suddenly find yourself with access to
every channel known to man AND a DVR, things can spiral dangerously out of control.

Clearly this secret love didn’t come from nowhere. That’s correct. I unknowingly moved in with a Star Trek: The Next Generation fan (of
course this is not to be confused with an original Star Trek fan. I’ve convinced myself that there is something far sadder about that).

I grudgingly watched an episode while playing lexulous.  I found myself sort of paying attention. It was a three episode block, I
noticed I was really kind of listening the second episode. By the third episode I was asking questions. By the end I had it set to record nightly.

I knew I had to hide this from my loved ones.

So I’ve watched in secret. Not telling anyone. Guiltily pressing play and hoping nobody calls during an episode.

What is the attraction? Is it the guest appearances by Whoopi Goldberg as a wise bartender? The stoic leadership of Jean Luc Picard?
Counselor Troy’s annoying way of interfering with everything? Is it left over love for Levar Burton from his reading rainbow days (if you
didn’t watch that show as a child you probably can’t even read this entry you illiterate mouth breather!).

Well, it probably isn’t the fact that they had an episode where they traveled back in time and managed to work in Samuel Clemens AND Jack
London AND Data lost his head. But I digress.

I refuse to feel ashamed. The show can’t be that bad, it was on for 9 seasons! And it’s not like I question the shows scientific voracity,
or have hour long debates about Klingon death rituals. I simply enjoy the neatly packed hour long morality play.

So do yourself a favor, catch an episode or two (change the channel if they appear to be traveling back in time, that shit is just annoying).
You will be hooked.

Make it so.