I just discovered there is a Broadway musical version of
Frog and Toad! There is a link, just in case you are not familiar with Frog and Toad. Anyway, I discovered this by finding it at Half Price Books just now and
I cannot wait to listen to it.* Here is how that went:
CHECKOUT GIRL: Frog and Toad!
ME:
I know! I didn't know this existed!
CHECKOUT GIRL:
I know! I used to read Frog and Toad over and over when I was a kid!
ME:
I know!!Look! Look at it! Look at those two guys; how perfect and adorable are they? Man, I buy myself the best presents.
...I keep shaking salt into my hand and licking it up, as a snack. I should probably move the salt shaker further away from my desk.
I also picked up
Palimpsest, which I've been meaning to do for a while.
(Free related short story.) The author keeps a
Livejournal, which I like-- in fact I first heard of her by having a tiny chat with her in the comments at
Cleolinda's-- but she always writes Very Seriously in it, which turned me off for a while. Always does. I know I take too much pride in things like knowing better than to refer to my own thoughts as "musings," and I should probably grow up more and keep working on being secure in myself for positive reasons instead of having to make a note of everyone I find Doing It Wrong. I'm pretty sure, at least, it's not (purely?) out of a sense of superiority, but a desire to take things as a lesson for myself. Or is that what everyone's sense of superiority is like?
Really I think it makes me uncomfortable to see someone so confident that people will care what they have to say, since I know I don't have that kind of confidence. I never even began to try to develop it until the last couple of months-- mostly to keep up with, and keep in check, a girlfriend who will happily go on about her boss' secretary's errands for as long as she feels is necessary to sustain the conversation. (But she is a darling, etc.) This still leaves me not knowing what I can reasonably expect will matter to people in general, and I'm all about erring on the side of caution.
...So that's why I
can't conclude a line of thought gracefully have negative reactions to some people sometimes!
Now I just have to figure out why there's a small, bloodshot bump on the surface of my eyeball.
*And by "cannot," I mean "will," because it's my bedtime.