Quick Note to Self

[handful_ofdust]

The fun thing about today's 'Net-enabled hive-mind is that you can use other people's reactions to make decisions like: "Ah, I see that now Suzanne Collins' Mockingjay is out, the Powers That Be have dropped The Hunger Games to ten bucks as a cheap gateway drug. Are the other books worth it, after that? No? Okay: Hunger Games alone it will be."

Because I can easily make that choice, since an open-ended story that doesn't end on a total cliffhanger (Gemma Files, I'm lookin' at you!) allows for me to make up whatever eventual conclusion I want, without having to see the actual conclusion spelled out for me. Sort of like how I can still enjoy The Matrix (or, indeed, The Matrix: Reloaded, if I'm feeling silly).

In other news, I don't much care about the whole LJ/Facebook thing. I messed with my settings some and feel fairly secure, to the extent you can feel secure about anything. Dreamwidth remains not a place I want to frequent. Worst-case scenario, I'll go to Blogger for everything or stop blogging generally, which would probably be best for my output. Yet seems unlikely.;)

Anyhoo. Today the fridge supposedly arrives, so I must run to the CIBC and get a new debit card, because mine has finally worn down to the point where it won't work anymore. This caused much embarrassment at Starbuck's yesterday, a state of affairs I don't feel like repeating.

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We had a perpetually drunk librarian (he told us he had narcolepsy, which was why he kept nodding out) who used to read us stories like "The Beast with Five Fingers". It gave me a horror of crawling severed limbs that continues to this day.