I started today with computer weirdness. Specifically with I-know-what-you-want-even-when-you-don't internet smugness. God, I hate a smug internet.
In my e-mail:
I haven't reviewed Three Single Wives yet. I haven't read Three Single Wives yet. I added it to my Want to Read list. Which doesn't mean I will read it. It just means someone recommended it and I read the book jacket synopsis and thought maybe. I put things on Want to Read status so I won't forget the title. Eventually I either read them or delete them.
And this was an actual Goodreads e-mail.
But wait . . . There's more (as Ronco used to say, unless that wasn't Ronco). After verifying I did not write a review during a super crazy sleepwalking incident (more on that later, the verifying not sleepwalking because I have no history of sleepwalking), I clicked on the . . . more link.
Which took me to images of floating shelves for a blink than sent me to:
Amazon so I could purchase a Kindle Oasis. I really don't like ebooks and only read them when I can't get a book in any other format. I'd prefer Braille to ebook to be honest. I know people who love their Kindles, and that's fine, different strokes etc., but not for me.
I don't know how an e-reader ties in with floating shelves. You shouldn't need shelves if your books are digital. Or why either shelves or e-readers are an extension of a comment that doesn't exist for a review I never wrote.
I clicked the link to Misha's review and after a quick login (ha!) to Goodreads which assured me that there is no comment from <squiggle squiggle>. Also no review.
The saga of logging in:
It was another morning graced with feline presence as I tried to eat breakfast. Today she paced in the small space where one would normally expect a keyboard while I held my plate above her head. Thank god she's small. I managed to pick up the keyboard with my other hand (only a few small demon nips) and hold that over her head, too. I ate the last of bit of bacon hands-free and hid the plate in the desk drawer because that's what I have to do and just hope I'll remember to get the plate out when I leave the study. Then I typed my e-mail and Goodreads password one-handed while still holding the keyboard over the pacing demon (and slightly above my eyeline). A simple enough process of only four minutes. Then just several more keys and clicks to verify no, I did not write a review and neither had anyone else using my account. Because sometimes I close without logging out of Goodreads when I'm at Circ and coworker D will realize right away it's not his but S doesn't and has "read" books on my account which I then delete.
I know my grammar, punctuation, capitalization, and even spelling may seem arbitrary to anyone living outside of my head, just believe me when I say there is method to my madness. "I really enjoy Reading This book, But" is definitely not my style.
Yesterday started with people trying to kill themselves on my car. (The power-walking dog-walker was power-walking in the middle of the street -- walking a dog -- and almost power-walked into my car as I came around a sharp curve. Then a guy using a leaf blower to veerrrrrrry slowly push stray mown grass, one blade at a time, into the gutter walked backwards into the street, presumably to get at a few odd blades from a better angle. He wore noise-canceling headphones (so responsible) so there was no point in honking. The two women who are usually walking in the mornings -- we wave hi when I pass -- finally got his attention and conveyed in very patient miming+sign language that there was an actual car driving on the street. I just waited in park in waaay over on the left curb and hoped another car wouldn't come from the opposite direction.)
I don't know which morning was worse.
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