Fang Shooey thing

I gave the Fang Shooey thing one more try yesterday. I switched my desk around in the living room of the trailer — it’s not like a single wide has a lot of room to begin with, nor are there a lot of options, but it was worth a try. Has it improved the “Chi” in the room? I don’t know. My neighbor is pretty sarcastic about the new curtains so it might have improved the “chi–chi” effect, but that’s all that’s been affected thus far. But I’m a patient guy, I’ll wait and see. The modem is now in a quieter place, and the cat has come back out from under the couch’s new position, but she did let me know she was a little unhappy about the new arrangement, at first. I was worried about adding the Amazon.co.uk stuff the web site, but I figured I needed to see if I could generate enough revenue to pay for my British book–buying habit. At $30 (+) for a hardback delivered, it gets to be an expensive proposition, real quick. But the British publishers are usually more conscientious than the their American counterparts, the books are better, the paper is heavier, the execution of the cover art seems to be nicer. And then, there are a few books that I can only get over there, or so it seems. I still remember the first time I came across a novel that had a picture of Elvis with a General Electric machine gun (fearsome looking weapon), and I was amazed that the author managed to resurrect Elvis in the plot. Only some one from the British Isles could understand, or even make that plot device work.