Remember that old show Mr. Nimoy hosted? They were always looking for weird and mysterious crap. UFOs, Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, ancient astronauts. Me? I was just in search of a title for this blog post. LOL!
The sun is shining today and it’s supposed to get into the 60s. 
Not a lot going on here. Christmas movies to record. 80s music to bop to. (Yes, I know that isn’t good grammar.) Zombies to find. But, y’know, aside from all that it’s pretty quiet here.
Sometime today I’ll be weeding through my book collection and looking for donations for the library. I need more space. If I had my dream house I’d have my own library for all the books I ever wanted. It would probably rival the Library of Congress. 
Wrote a little over a page last night.
Reading: Re-reading Death of an Adept which is the last in this series. I’ve been hoping for more ever since but since it was written 13 years ago, I’m thinking I’m out of luck on that count. *g*
I remember that show! Every now and then early, early in the morning they’ll still play it on one of the channels.
It’s 60 degrees exactly here today and I don’t mind. Thought it feels a little warm for the end of November! *G*
What’s your favorite Christmas movie? And your favorite NON-traditional Christmas movie?
Your library is going to love you!
WTG on your writing!
I hope you have a fantastic day!
Comment by Brandy — November 28, 2009 @ 1:44 pm
It’s unseasonably warm over here – we are in a wind advisory warning though.
Comment by Dru — November 28, 2009 @ 2:07 pm
My dream house would have an enormous library in at as well. I’ve just decided to send some of my books to my sisters but for the life of me I don’t know if I could part with them. Would it be rude to ask them to send them back once their finished with them?
Comment by Barb writing as Elle J Rossi — November 28, 2009 @ 3:59 pm
I used to watch “In Search Of” all the time, and always got annoyed at the end when he’d basically say, “And we STILL don’t know the truth.”
Comment by Marianne — November 30, 2009 @ 3:41 pm