Anyone for a half-boiled egg?

"The number you have dialed cannot be reached from this phone, you - negligent - monster."

Poor website. You were left out in the rain by a strange man who said he was going to Paris to be a writer. Sure, he occasionally threw some pictures at you in hopes that they would stick, but you were largely On Your Own. Poor website. Then he returned on a Saturday and promised nourishment, but we'll not hold our breath on that one. After all, he was spelling "the" as "teh" more and more these days.

The sun goes down in Paris on what ill be Thanksgiving weekend in Canada. There is a meeting of the various Root periferies in Peterborough, Ontario but one shall be absent. Namely, yours truly. Hard to find a good turkey when you don't speak the language. Three words have become entwined with my normal ways of speaking. "Bonjour," "Pardon," and "Merci." Usually in that order.

There are no parks that dogs are allowed into in Paris. This has resulted in a puppy with an excess of energy, translated into a need for more attention. I walk her sometimes twice a day for about 20 minutes, but she needs to run about like the holy terror she was intended to be. No dice, thank you very much, City of Paris.

The interface for this website has been translated automatically into French. I have to take an educated guess at most of the controls, and it's worked out ok so far. So far this has been an anomaly.

Cat Power has been doing it for me lately. Especially the slower numbr on "You are Free."

I am an uncle now. Hows about that? Jillian Rose Knoyle, born September 24th, 2007 at 8:19am.

Lost steam... Poor website.