If It's Monday, I Must Still be Amazed...

....After Seeing The Bloggess  on Wednesday, at Tattered Cover


     My sister went with me, we had Pizza and Salad beforehand and then settled in to see the signing.
Jenny Lawson read two chapters and went to Q&A, and then we waited patiently for Two-Hundred, Twenty-Nine other people to get their books signed.

     I love book signings- I have fond memories of Douglas Adams, Bruce Campbell, and Scott Sigler, all at various times and years at the Tattered Cover.

     In Person, The Bloggess is frank, fun and gives the definite impression that she just loves the fact that you came. She is extremely open about her anxiety, her depression and her health issues and I really appreciated seeing her in person. Reading her work was part of what gave me the courage to face some of my own mental angels and demons. I loved the fact that she was thrilled that my copy of her first book was a "rescue". She pointed out that my leaving the price tag on it was "just part of the book's story" and even told a story of someone bringing in an autographed copy from 1/2 price books, autographed to someone else.

     I Bought my Copy of Furiously Happy at Target a couple of months ago, planning to take that to Tattered Cover with me. And then I found out that you could not be guaranteed a signing unless you bought a book and ticket at TC- so I ventured out, Sunday morning and bought a second copy- after I found out that tickets were selling big. Ergo, my place #230 in line.

     This was my sister's first ever book-signing, and my extra copy of Furiously Happy was autographed to her, for all she does for me and everyone else in my family. I am happy she had a good time. 

She took this selfie of me and the Rory Stand-up

Likewise it was her hand on the shutter in this one

A Night of Civic Unrest

     Not talking about Paris or anything to do with that. Not that I am ignoring that- we will have events like that as long as people are primitive and violent. It's sad, and humans just need to be better.

     This post is about my moody Honda civic. A few days ago, my rear indicators, which had been weird and intermittent, stopped giving me brake lights.

     I took it in to my mechanic, who determined that the aftermarket tail lights I put on to make the car pretty had a failure in the wiring.

     Enter me, waking at 130 a.m. Saturday morning. And shopping for a fix, or new lenses, or something.
 

     So they got it sort of working. I have the middle brake light, and turn signals, and tail lights.
 

      I'm just trying to decide which way is best. New lenses with wiring (about $35) standard lenses with standard wiring (don't ask) or try to replace the converter that failed, which converts a two bulb system to a single bulb for brake and turn.
 

     And to top it off, I have Sam asking me where my limit is on fixing the car. Where do I say enough is enough?
 

     I know it's not here, and not now. I just want some tail lights. Fixing this is a civic responsibility

R'Kea PSA

    Time to talk about a serious subject. Many of you out there are not bird people, and don't know about R'Kea.

What is R'Kea?

  R'Kea is a serious condition that affects one in three Conures. An ordinary, quiet, well behaved bird will suddenly burst out into loud, shrill noise, like so.

 What can I do to help?

     With your awareness and your help to spread the word, we can tell birds like Cappy that, no, it's too early for R'Kea, and they are waking up everyone in the damn house. We can tell them it's OK, and no, they don't need to R'Kea. We don't need R'Kea right now. we can tell them..."Use your words, Cappy"


    Please give birds like Cappy a chance; help us strive for a R'Kea free tomorrow

seriously, this is how Cappy talks to the birds in the other room, and in Nebraska

Daylight Savings

Tango knows daylight savings time is a lie.

I'm laying here, reading, and listening to him fuss.

He started about 15 minutes ago,kicking seed out of his bowl, and I asked him: "What are you doing?"

"Wakeup!"

" not time yet, Tango"
"Muttermuttermutteroutrageousmuttermutter"
" I will feed you guys at 630, Tango. That won't be far from what you expect."
"Grumblegrumblegrumbleoutrageous"

A little-known fictional fact I made up is that green-cheeked conures have a quartz core in their stomach which pulses at one beat per second and keeps exact time. You could literally let a conure set your watch for you if you didn't want it to still have buttons afterward.