21 December
Here is what I wrote to Earthlink/Mindspring:
There are three dialup numbers that I can use, and they all are absolutely awful. It takes an average of one hour to connect, and this is using any of the three numbers, any time of the day and night. Normally, it takes about eight tries to actually connect, but when I do, it is invariably connected at 12.2 or 14.4 or 16.6, which either means that it will take one minute per email or, more likely, that it will time out before doing anything. If I get a 28.8 connection, I practically faint from the shock. And if I do get a decent connection, I can pretty much count on the fact that it will suddenly stop working for no reason at all. Half the time, after an hour or so of trying, I end up giving up and dialing through San Francisco, which connects beautifully, but I don't think that I should be forced to make a long distance call because I don't have all day long to try for an actual working connection in Los Angeles.
I have been a faithful customer for many years, but if I lived in LA on a permanent basis, I would find another provider before I even unpacked. And, in case you were wondering, it's the same computer in New Jersey as in California, it's a laptop.
Kymm Zuckert"
I got my hair cut yesterday, by the woman that has been cutting it since I was twelve.
Yep, I was twelve and she was 28, now I am 36 and she is 52, but looks about 32. I swear, nobody would guess in a thousand years that she was anything like 52. I think it's the freckles, they are so youthful, and they hide wrinkles nicely.
I was four minutes late arriving, which didn't matter a damn to Penny, but Mom and I fought like hell all the way over because of that fact. Honestly, it's not as though I come to my chronic lateness completely out of the air, this is the woman that made it so that I never saw the first ten-fifteen minutes of Mass my entire childhood!
I have no idea where this hissy of hers came from, but it hissed all over the car.
The hair turned out great, even though I forgot the picture of Willow to match me, but I described the hair, and ended up getting something a bit different, layered all the way around my face, but it's actually much better than what I wanted!
After that, we went to the eye doctor. It was one of those above the neck kind of days.
We were there for hours and hours, I was in the dark room long enough to finish my book for crying out loud! Dr. Bik, who is very cute, was on holiday, so the nurses were running around, doing bunches of extra work. Dr. Lazor had grown a Santa beard, very festive, and didn't do the horrible thing where he puts strips to measure my eyes moistness under my lids and I have to sit there for five minutes, thank Christ.
It turns out that my eyes have changed only very slightly, and I don't really need new glasses. Which is a shame, because I saw the most wonderful glasses in the world the other day--Katie Couric was wearing them on the Today Show, and they were tortoiseshell cats-eye glasses and I want them so badly that I ache.
Unfortunately, if Katie Couric was wearing them on the Today Show, that probably means that they cost about $500 and I couldn't get them anyway.
When it was over, I got the counter-acting drops so that I could go to the movies, and insisted on getting the sunglasses that you put inside your glasses, because I had forgotten my real ones, and then I went outside and it was nighttime, and I realized why everyone had been telling me that I really didn't need them!
Then I went to the screening rooms on Sunset and saw You Can Count on Me, a terrific film that has just the most appalling title I have ever heard. I just cannot remember it! I was looking down the list of screenings and I kept skipping it because I didn't remember what it was, and afterwards, when I was trying to tell what I had seen, I couldn't remember it for the life of me.
Honestly, it's so bland, it sounds like a TV movie, when that's the last thing that it is. It's a really strong movie, and the performances light up the sky. Mark Ruffalo is absolutely riveting, but Laura Linney, who (I'm with Stee on this one) I usually don't much care for, is absolutely his equal in a much less showy role.
Matthew Broderick has really found his niche lately, as he played kids who were the coolest and could do anything, he plays adults who really haven't got it together and are a little useless, and the newest Culkin on the block, Rory, does an excellent job as Linney's son.
I really loved it.
Today's horoscope:
Your thinking may seem very scattered, as you try to absorb too much information. Clear priorities prevent overload and confusion.
One year ago today:
Down with body hair inaccuracies!
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