I am not quite sure why I am linking to this story.
I'm not. But I read it. And well it made me think about a couple of things and a couple of people and well, I think we will leave it at that, shall we?

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Please explain to me why everyone confesses
Tony Hawk was on last night's episode of CSI: Miami. How cool is that? I still hate David Carusa. And I always think that if I were a defense attorney I would have to hit these people who confess when confronted by, at best, circumstantial evidence and always even give away motive and/or pre-meditation. Who are these stupid criminals?

Have I mentioned this year how fab Crooked Timber is?!? Look Susanna Clarke is on it. Even cooler than Tony Hawk getting murdered in Miami.

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Actually sent to me by somebody at work
Just wanted to make that clear. In case anyone wanted to cast aspersions on me for making fun of my host country. I like what happens when you hit the 'arse' link.

Oh and thanksgiving went well. I got to use the two most dangerous kitchen tools. The mandolin of death (to make potato gratin) and the blow torch to carmelise my lemon creme brulees. I was quite the bourgeous American and all the recipes (except the spicy pumpkin soup which comes from epicurious) came from one of my favorite over-priced kitchen shops. Though I shouldn't say that, I got a great set of nesting bowls there years ago and it is still one of the best things I have ever bought for the kitchen. And now that you can buy white peach juice in my new opened and exciting tescos (have I mentioned my weakness for their incredibly cheap cashmere jumpers?), this year's holiday cocktail is the bellini.

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I've lost my muse. No, seriously. This is where I have to admit sad, friendless, geek tendencies. I belong to an internet rolepaying game. No, I am not going to tell you which one. Or what bad sci-fi/fantasy novels it is based on. Nope. I am keeping my dignity (or a little bit of my dignity intact, thank you very much). And well, I havne't been writing there either. And I have commitments I am supposed to be making. So, I'm not writing there. I am not blogging here. Its all gone wrong. Even the new exciting computer at home doesn't make writing seem attractive.

And actually, a new problem has emerged. The Blessing has discovered The Sims. Notice it isn't even The Sims2. This morning, as I was getting dress, she appeared in the bedroom to ask if we could start up the game and buy some furniture. It is a bit too complicate to play all on her own. So if she is awake, I am supposed to be on the computer, building castles, letting her decorating tastes run wild. Its all a bit disturbing.

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