I'm chilling in a coffee shoppy, and Balzac (delightful as the codger is) is losing his charm, what with the descent of the hero and the dreariness of the smudgy day. Nosed around my picture archives for some particles of happiness, and lo! It's enough to make me hug myself.



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At the Odegaard copy center today, I requested my print jobs from the copy lacky, "under the name 'EL-EE-snoopy', please." The Copy Guy (who, incidentally, also copied some nearly gutted pages oout of the Encyclopedia of Philosophy for me fall quarter and acted as if he was cradling a newborn) says that he's never heard anyone say "Snoopy" in so ( Read more... )

Miss VI LE is flying on ( Read more... )