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contours provocations
journal - 2007-0428 - sat 2030 journal | archives | home | e-mail Thursday 070426 - A turtle in the road; Lunch; Buying another set of carport blinds; Installing another set of carport blinds; A raking we will go; "Smallville" / "CSI"; "Killing Rain" As I headed for lunch, I passed what I thought was a turtle trying to cross the road. I debated what to. But the first place I coulde find to turn around is what I did. I stopped the car, picked him up and gently moved him to the other side. And hoped he was ok. It is not my place to hold the powers of life or death. Years ago, I hit a rabbit with my car one night, and the incident still haunts me. And I still grieve for Grae and Mouse. There have been times. when the cats have been the only thing to keep me going. Oh, dear Grae, I wish you were here. Lunch was the usual. That's all I remember I read some more in the May issue of "Wired. "(In - Thursday - 20070426 - 1115: $7.29 - Orchard) My next stop was Lowe's, whence I bought a second roll-up carport blinds. Plus two breathing masks. (Out - Thursday - 20070426 - 1227: $44.31 + $40 cash back = $84.31 - Bank Debit Card) This situation was different in that the length of the blinds was greater than the top frame of the carport. There was not quite enough room at the right end for the regular support. So I took a regular screw hook, opened it up, screwed it into the ceiling and pushed the hook under the top of the hard plastic mount edge of the blinds. Gads! Next came the extricating of the chords. Much worse than the first set. I got then untangled almost to the end, glanced up, and they were tangled again. I swear, it's a new mutant species of a living organism. Rolled them down, and they look fine. Allows me much more privacy. I don't like the idea of people watching me every time I go out the door. That way, how can I get rid of the dead bodies without being seen. Again, I slowly raked leaves and pine straw near the back of the house. This time I came up with four containers full. When I lugged them to the street, I noticed I now has a total of eight containers. The curses of the removal men flashed through my brain. I actually watched a full two hours of tv at one time. Very rare for me. But I like both these shows. Lex has certainly turned to the dark side. Chloe, Lana and Clark have a notion of his evilness, but don't know the details. Hurray for Lana on knowing how to bypass Lex's computer security system. Chloe has to be one of my favorite characters in fiction: intelligent, intuitive, trustworthy, resourceful and gutsy. She's even a notch or two above Veronica Mars. Veronica, as much as I love her, gets too emotional and irrational at times. "CSI" was ok. But a little too full of twists and turns. Of course, there's always a bevy of delicious men to watch. George Eads oozes sex appeal. (Rumor is that he may be family, as is Eric Szmanda.) They're both single, and you never hear of any woman connected to either one. It seems like I read that they have been seen, very low key, in the Hollywood gay community. I've started reading the fourth John Rain novel by Barry Eisler. John is a very skillful, free lance, Japanese-American assassin. There's actually almost no violence. It's all about the mind games that people like him have to play. In this case he hired by the Mossad to kill a bomb-making terrorist, who may also may be being used by the CIA. The Mossad are reluctant to do it themselves because of the possible CIA connection. There's a wonderful segment about how he attempts to blend into the background. But if you blend too much, you become obvious. And people at his level, almost have a sixth sense for being conscious of other agents. Of course, at the same time you're doing this, another agent may be doing the same. He literally has to resort to something akin to method acting. Thinking, moving, stopping, watching the way a certain kind of person would. He becomes a person beyond himself. Who do you trust? Who do you not trust. Dare you love someone? He is compelling, scary and almost knowable. It's all written in the first person, which puts you inside his brain and soul.
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