Which might be better than TV
Today has been a wild toggle between things that were fun and being disastrously exhausted and in pain, but these things happen. Met up with
rushthatspeaks after their Easter morning service and then with
eredien. Ran into
nineweaving on her way to Breaking the Code. Collapsed in the afternoon and finished Wittgenstein's Poker (2001), from which I had been temporarily derailed by the acquisition of Pat Barker's Regeneration (1991), a novel which I love dearly and do not understand how I missed for years. In the later afternoon, there was ham; in the evening, there was hanging out. I have to get up at stupid o'clock to see
rushthatspeaks off at the airport. I have tickets for The Birds (1963) at the Coolidge Corner Theatre in the evening, however, so that should be fun, assuming my eyes still focus.
The philosopher who does not have a livejournal has said he'll get one if I join Facebook. I should have known from that snazzy black jacket that he was Satan.
The philosopher who does not have a livejournal has said he'll get one if I join Facebook. I should have known from that snazzy black jacket that he was Satan.

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...I've tried to get people on LJ, certain people, and had them join, post a little, and then drift into inactivity. Some of those same people are active on Facebook. I don't understand it, but there it is.
If you had been on Facebook, I would have tagged you when I did the review of "King of Cats, Queen of Wolves," and again when I did the fanart. It would have meant (as I understand it) that you received an e-mail alerting you to the fact of the update I had posted. This is a service I've sometimes wished LJ had, when I've written something with someone in mind--because the fact is that if someone is not online for a few days, they may miss something you write for them.