God, I got soaked today.

Don't need to take a shower. Do need to do laundry. I must find socks, and clean them. *sighs* I guess I'll do that in the morning, I'm too lazy now. And if LJ weren't so stupid lately, I'd write a real entry, but I can't risk losing it.

In good news, I've figured out why I couldn't find out anything on Noel Streatfeild, other than the fact that she's not as well known as she ought to be (at least, not in the US...) and many of her books are out of print (*cries*)... I was spelling her name wrong! And many of her books AREN'T out of print, apparently, in England. I must now either get a job or start begging people to buy children's books for me with extravagant shipping costs.

*sighs* Question...

Why is it that my favorite authors, especially my favorite authors of children's books, are people whom nobody else has ever heard of, and are often out of print? Those few people who have heard of these authors tend to like them, so... why aren't they more well known?

I was searching amazon.com for more things to mock/read, and I noticed that the author of one book I liked is also the author of ANOTHER book I liked. And as I scrolled the list of books, I kept noticing more and more books I recognized but hadn't seen in a long while because H. M. Hoover's books are almost all out of print. It's enough to make one lose ones faith. *sighs* Same thing with Hilari Bell (who is too recent to be out of print) and, of course, Noel Streatfield (whose name I am everlastingly misspelling)... Huh. Ms. Rowling's just lucky I didn't find Harry Potter too long before it became popular, she might never have made her millions!

My sister and 'dul have been together since high school.

It sounds really sweet, actually... high school sweethearts, together since they were 16, married with a kid. How touching.

I mock thee. Listen to the sound of me laughing at your ignorance: Ha. Ha! Hahaha!!

Sorry, had to get that out of my system. Seriously, while the end result of their relationship was blatantly obvious to me (or it was once I figured out what was going on that time I walked in on them... man that was embarassing. Or it would have been if I'd known what was going on....), I was apparently the only one. They made each other, and themselves, miserable. Constantly fighting, getting back together, fighting, being friends, fighting, I can't tell you more because I want to continue my existance as a living being.... Honestly, it was a mess.

But now they are married, and generally happy, and best friends (which is important, though not as important as being best friends with your own SISTER, Jenn, are you reading this?), and it's good. They still fight, though. But not all the time.

Finally doing something about the Mad Scribbler

I just emailed the MTA and told them how very disappointed I am with the graffiti on Staten Island busses, and how hateful I find it. Not much, but something.

Just to be clear, I don't care WHAT you believe, there's laws against vandalism. God didn't tell you to go out and write on public property, so if you think that's a good idea, quit it.

Puppy Prevents Killing Spree

No, really!