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This is and This is NOT regarding the Chick Lit saga. Wow. I almost typed wars and that would have been bad. Very bad. Because we know there aren't any wars going on.

All the contributors to both books are lovely people.

The editors of both books are lovely people.

The publishers of both books are lovely publishers.

I'm sure I must have misunderstood/misread/misheard/completely fucked up when I thought a reader pointed out that if a person buys a copy of the enemies...err, other sides book it is supporting the enemey...err other side.

I'm glad that wasn't the case.

I'd really like to discuss the latest James Blunt song, Good-bye my lover, Good-bye my friend, but since it makes my ears bleed, I'll just lower the volume and hope that it doesn't become a hit. Or maybe, since the title of this blog is "Ramblings from Alaska" I'll just do the obvious and turn off the generator so that magical box in the corner won't be producing music.

It's time to go back to things that Alaskans really worry about. Will the barge make it in with my case of Spam and Pilot Bread before winter hits? Will thirty cords of wood see me through the winter? Will there be enough road kill this winter to fill my freezer...err...make that cache? Will the bears hibernate before I fill my cache? Do I have enough fish to feed my team of dogs through the winter? Or will they rebel on about January 15th and refuse to haul my ass over the bridge? When will the creek by the apartment freeze? When it freezes how will I obtain enough water to flush the toilet?

In other words, no one and I mean no one takes me or my blog seriously. Hell, people who have never been to Alaska don't have a problem telling me that I don't know shit about Alaska and that I'm full of shit when I assure them not all of Alaska will be developed.

But let me make a comment about a couple of books and uh...gosh...it's like the world is clicking on my blog and treating my words with the same respect and devotion usually reserved for the monks of Tibet.

And honestly, I just don't have time for that type of devotion. Really. I just want to be a mouthy bitch from Alaska that the whole world ignores. Please don't do anything that will make me think people actually read this blog or pay attention to anything I ever say or write.

I'd love to stay and chat, but I must harness up the weiner dog team so I won't be late for work. Geehaw little doggies.