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1) I just finished writing in a comment-reply to yesterday's post that I went back and looked at my Tumbler archive to see if anything had gotten flagged. Yep. A post of multiple photos of peoples' hands holding a small mirror, reflecting things like ... the sky. Nothing explicit. A post of still shots from American Gods, one of which included the famous scene of Marilyn Monroe's skirt blowing up from the pavement vent. Did I mention it was a famous scene? And a post of a Japanese netsuke carving of ... a puppy. All reblogs. Nothing graphic and/or explicit in any of them. I'm sure there were more flagged, but those were just the first three I saw. YEAH, THIS IS GONNA WORK OUT GREAT. Omg.
2) Read a (very) short novel by the Australian writer Shirley Barrett, called The Bus on Thursday, and I am still not sure what happened. It's about a woman whose life is turned upside down by a diagnosis of breast cancer, and she ends up moving to a tiny town in the middle of nowhere to be the replacement schoolteacher because the tiny town's previous schoolteacher has MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARED. And this tiny town has some ... very strange residents, and nothing is as it seems, and honestly, I had to think about the ending for quite a while before I decided that after a certain point in the book, there is a very strong whiff of An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge shenanigans going on. But I don't think that's ALL that's going on, and while the book is very funny and very creepy in parts, I thought it was a whole lot of confusing, and I was very much in the "What in tarnation did I just read???" camp.
3) I splurged a little bit and bought a couple of boxes of beeswax Hanukkah candles for the menorah this year, and omg I love them. It's funny, though -- the candles from one of the boxes melt WAY FASTER than the candles from the other box (two different manufacturers). I have not yet decided about a Christmas tree, but I did order a wreath for the door.
Three things: post.
2) Read a (very) short novel by the Australian writer Shirley Barrett, called The Bus on Thursday, and I am still not sure what happened. It's about a woman whose life is turned upside down by a diagnosis of breast cancer, and she ends up moving to a tiny town in the middle of nowhere to be the replacement schoolteacher because the tiny town's previous schoolteacher has MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARED. And this tiny town has some ... very strange residents, and nothing is as it seems, and honestly, I had to think about the ending for quite a while before I decided that after a certain point in the book, there is a very strong whiff of An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge shenanigans going on. But I don't think that's ALL that's going on, and while the book is very funny and very creepy in parts, I thought it was a whole lot of confusing, and I was very much in the "What in tarnation did I just read???" camp.
3) I splurged a little bit and bought a couple of boxes of beeswax Hanukkah candles for the menorah this year, and omg I love them. It's funny, though -- the candles from one of the boxes melt WAY FASTER than the candles from the other box (two different manufacturers). I have not yet decided about a Christmas tree, but I did order a wreath for the door.
Three things: post.
