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Friday, May. 07, 2004 - 7:18 a.m.

Well, this is a sad day. I woke up to find a notification in my inbox that says the Friday Five will be discontinued.

I cannot tell you how important this particular web meme had become to me. I try and update my Diary every day. But it was neccessary to get a day off sometimes. And Friday Five provided the means by which that could be done without actually skipping an update. She's even turned the archives off. I was proud to have been one of the donators, and I'm sorry to see it go. I Googled and there seem to have been other attempts made such as the Friday Four and the Thursday Three, but the main sites for those are also dead or dying.

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There was something on television too, last night. Some series finale, I think... ?...

Darn it, the name of the show is on the tip of my tongue, too!

It's a pity there wasn't more publicity for it; otherwise I might have remembered.

Hmmm. Oh, well.

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Toddy and I finally had That Talk yesterday. The one where I warn him that I'm scared about my impending hearing loss, and that my feelings may manifest as being directed at him for his inability to be on the telephone with me due to his phonophobia. I admitted to having a righteous bug up my ass about this due to his condition being treatable and mine untreatable, and that at times I might get into a mind frame along the lines of thinking that the wrong person is being accomodating here. So if I ever gave him attitude, that was why, and to please steer me back to the main road as soon as he got tired of the gravel bouncing off of the windshield.

But we did make some breakthroughs. We decided we wanted to keep working together. We also decided to budget for working together in person as often as possible. As soon as things settle down on his end, he says he'll be able to spend more time working with me, and there's also been a musical promise from him to me that's very special... and still kind of secret. But trust me, it's good. Don't want to jinx it, you see.

The main thing we discovered was that we're still able to respect each other, even with our respective quirks.

And for that I am grateful.

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Now then.

Yesterday, somebody googled the words 'Clockwork Angels', and found their way to this site. It was on the twenty-third set of search results shown. What I had to say about working with Lea Hernandez couldn't possibly be more interesting than what was said on the previous twenty-two pages of search results, which were largely praise-filled reviews, and ordering information. And since it was twenty-two pages into the results returned, this tells me that somebody really really really had to dig in order to see what I had written.

There's only one person I know who is likely to have been self-centered and vigilant enough to ferret out what I had to say.

But I can't prove that's who it was, or else I'd publish a very revealing rant right about now.

If I'm lucky, that person won't be back.

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Not sure what I'm up to this weekend; there's a movie date in the works, but I've decided not to jinx that either.

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Oh, and here. This is just weird. Thanks, Shiloh!

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4 of my readers commented on this entry

Jamie
I don't get the weird chicken thing. :(
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Brin
write down what you want the chicken to do, and he'll do it if he's able to!
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John
Cheers? Seinfeld? The Fugitive? M*A*S*H? Star Trek? Hmmm..what was that show we watched, anyway? Oh yeah! The Dick Van Dyke Show!
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onewetleg
there is a website called wayback machine that takes snapshots of web pages and archives them. you might be able to get some old friday fives there if you try. good luck. love, jj
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