My Soap Box.

Allow me to get on my soap box. I don't often rise to this height, and very rarely about a book, if I am not directly talking to someone, and able to gauge their reaction.

But since convincing my mother to start this series,which was an uphill battle, I think I will rise and speak.
(BTW she doesn't like mythology.)

Please, if you have ever liked a book, any book, something written and then published, read this trilogy.

http://bookshelvesofdoom.blogs.com/bookshelves_of_doom/2006/02/my_letter_to_me.html

(If you have never read a librarians blog about books, now is the time. I just thought this would be a good link to start with.)

Dear Book of Knowledge,
I would never have loved con men or thieves to the degree that I do, without you, and your beautiful books, Megan Whalen Turner.
Thank you.
I fall deep into these snapshots of a different world, each shaped and written so well, that I can never go back and read just my favorite bits, I re-read from the front cover. All the time.
Really, thank-you.
Christina

I don't get on this box often, I find I am a little rusty.
Anyway, go READ.
NOW!

Look... Photos!

I found the place for my video card, finally. So, pictures. I did take some. Of my cat. Of Oxford. Of food. And now I have proof.

That's me. In a photo. That I'm sharing. Without a gun being pointed at my head. Be proud.

Magdalen College. See, proof.

My cat does not photograph well in the dark. And I am too lazy to do anything about that. Tolliver. The small fry.

Food as promised. The best part of lent is the pretzels.

I can take and post pictures.
So there!
GERONIMO
P.S. I have never claimed to be a good or even mediocre photographer. If there is a problem with the quality of the pics. DON'T SAY ANYTHING! Clear? Good.

I'm a thief.

So, I was go to begin posting again with something deep and profound, but, something happened and I just have to share.

Back story.
As my family was leaving to go to Vancouver, my poor flustered parents each locked different doors in our house. (We don't normally lock ALL the doors.) No one, myself included checked to make sure I had my keys.
I was coming home a day before any other keys.

Anyone see were I am going with this?

Yes. I had to break into my own home.

Fortunately for me, I always keep my window open, or I would have been really stuck. As it was, my window is not the easiest to get in. And I now have that knowledge.

So, in the future I will leave professional burglary to the professionals.

(Note to self: remember keys.)