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It is Desk Cleaning Day! I have cleaned my desk and sorted stuff and thrown stuff away, and put a few small items in a box with the hope that soon I will be cleaning my desk because I'm moving to a new one. DON'T CRUSH ME NOW, UNIVERSE.

Ordinarily I'd save stuff like this for RFM but as it's a one-day-only deal, I thought I should let you guys know that due to a challenge grant, the Los Angeles Regional Foodbank is doubling all donations made today. If you're going to give, now's the time!

This morning I stood in line at the drugstore to buy a soda and some aspirin and the woman in front of me decided to pay with exact change. Mind you, she decided this after everything had been rung up and totalled, which drives me bonkers -- if you're going to pay cash, get your cash out while you're in line, what the fuck.

Anyway, I'm standing there watching her, and this is what she does: she takes off her gloves, unshoulders her purse, takes a smaller purse out of her larger purse, takes a pocketbook out of the smaller purse, opens the pocketbook, takes out a wallet, and then takes a tiny coin purse out from inside the wallet and digs around in it for the exact change.

I mean normally I would be annoyed and eyerolling at someone who waited until their total came up to get their cash out, but this woman was hypnotic. After a while it was like watching some kind of performance art.

Okay I was going to end the post there, but one of the staff just walked past, obviously in the middle of conversation with her friend, and said "I think it would be very awkward to be a hot chiropractor."

That's all I heard of the conversation but I think she must not go to the chiropractor very often. My chiropractor is objectively pretty hot, but I have never felt less aroused in my life than when she's trying to re-align one of my ribs.

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On a whim a couple of weeks ago, last time I was selling books at the secondhand store, I picked up an autobiography called "Where The Money Was: The Memoirs Of A Bank Robber". It was written by Willie Sutton, and you can guess as to his occupation.

I was blondish and not bad looking, and if we didn't beat them off with a stick it was only because we didn't want to. [....]While I was watching Smitty and Stella disappear into one of the bedrooms, the poetess was spouting Ezra Pound and slipping off her panties. Being a lover of modern poetry, I took the hint... -- p. 40/61

( Where the Money Was, by Willie Sutton )

"The question I would like you to answer for me, Willie, is what makes a person who is reasonably normal in other respects into a fan?"
"If I was wise enough to be able to answer that," I said, "why would I be out robbing banks?"
--p. 401

Final Verdict (ahahaha): Where The Money Was is an interesting, compelling book occasionally interrupted by a really dry legal text. It's still well worth picking up a copy, especially if you like true crime and noir, and want to read a real-life adventure novel.

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So I haven't done any folding from Dynamic Miscellany yet, because it's a bit terrifying. But today, I decided, was the day. And frankly this dragon is the perfect combination of "awesome looking" and "does not require magic to make".

Although he looks a bit spiny because I folded him inside out. You don't have to do magic, but you DO have to pay attention when the directions say "valley fold" and not "mountain fold". (Incidentally, I don't know why, but I don't like mountain folds. The dot-dash-dot just looks like a smug fucker. I KNOW THIS SOUNDS CRAZY.)

I can only plead that it gives him character or maybe makes him look like he has some kind of venomous spikes just above his wings.