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(No, they didn't kick me out of Western society yet.)

I am not sure how it got to be the 27th. I think I spent more time than I thought knitting and watching TV and sleeping in copiously. But the fact stands that in four days I have to have a clean apartment and something cooked for New Year's for The People, and I am so not on my game here. So not.

( Only a list can save us now! )

This list, as always, will be folded, spindled, and mutilated added to ruthlessly as needed.

Dashiell Hammett doesn't read books. He stares them down until he gets the information he wants.

cristalia (8:09:14 PM): Dashiell Hammett has solved my plotting problem.
cristalia (8:09:17 PM): There is nothing he can't do.
matociquala (8:09:55 PM): He's like Chuck Norris
stillsostrange (8:09:57 PM): Can he fix my scene?
cristalia (8:10:01 PM): I'm sure he could.
stillnotbored (8:10:14 PM): Can he finish my book while I work?
cristalia (8:10:33 PM): (Dashiell Hammett's tears cure cancer, but he's written in omni objective so you never know if he's crying on the inside.)


I read The Maltese Falcon this week. I am not over the ways in which that book is completely fucking awesome and I hope to never be over it. And yes, I picked up The Thin Man this afternoon.

This has been not a book report, but a *glee*.