You know, my impression of LJ is exactly the same: that F...
You know, my impression of LJ is exactly the same: that FB is okay to touch bases with people and see how they're doing, but LJ is where things actually get said. Maybe it's because I tend to prefer writing to posting pictures (though I will get a new camera and post pix here as soon as I get some time...), and because I prefer hearing how people are doing, the day-to-day reality of what life is about rather than just, "I loving Justin Bieber's newest!" (Apologies to Mr. Bieber; I'm sure his stuff is exemplary and will one day save civilization). LJ always feels more real than FB.
On the other hand, FB is really good for me to post that reviewer Nancy Pearl, said in a squib in Publisher's Weekly (on the subject of New Orleans books), that the Benjamin January series was one of the "Books about New Orleans to read before you Die": right up there with Confederacy of Dunces.
First final exam last night. Thus, I get to read exams, research papers, and Course Outlines of Record for the curriculum committee from the moment I finished grocery shopping until it's time to hit the transporter-button and go to Azeroth to slay things this evening. A beautiful warm evening last night, twilight settling on the sericulture botanical garden outside the classroom door while those poor little bastards were laboring over their tests. Birdsong and stillness.
Once Commencement is over, it's Printer-Shopping time - the old one is ailing, and since repair will probably cost almost as much as a new printer, it's probably a better use of my time and money to just go get a new one. I've had the old one AT LEAST 15 years - and the faithful old thing printed out BOTH the second draft of Mr. J Goes to Washington (working title) AND the screenplay that I need to read over one last time for trimming, before informing me that it would print no more. (And believe me, it's easier to read a hard copy than on-screen. I miss all sorts of things on-screen).
On the other hand, FB is really good for me to post that reviewer Nancy Pearl, said in a squib in Publisher's Weekly (on the subject of New Orleans books), that the Benjamin January series was one of the "Books about New Orleans to read before you Die": right up there with Confederacy of Dunces.
First final exam last night. Thus, I get to read exams, research papers, and Course Outlines of Record for the curriculum committee from the moment I finished grocery shopping until it's time to hit the transporter-button and go to Azeroth to slay things this evening. A beautiful warm evening last night, twilight settling on the sericulture botanical garden outside the classroom door while those poor little bastards were laboring over their tests. Birdsong and stillness.
Once Commencement is over, it's Printer-Shopping time - the old one is ailing, and since repair will probably cost almost as much as a new printer, it's probably a better use of my time and money to just go get a new one. I've had the old one AT LEAST 15 years - and the faithful old thing printed out BOTH the second draft of Mr. J Goes to Washington (working title) AND the screenplay that I need to read over one last time for trimming, before informing me that it would print no more. (And believe me, it's easier to read a hard copy than on-screen. I miss all sorts of things on-screen).
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