A Cool Contest, and Some Other Things
I just logged onto LiveJournal so I could tell you about the fabulous Class of 2k8 contest, but now the halogen light in the corner of my room is making weird noises, so I’m sort of distracted. It’s kind of crackly, but very faint crackly. It doesn’t smell smoky or anything like that. I changed the bulb not too long ago - like maybe two weeks ago. I know you’re not supposed to touch the glass part of halogen bulbs while you’re installing them, so I was very careful about it. I held onto the edges . . . but I guess it’s possible that my finger brushed against the glass. Could that be why it’s crackly? I hope it’s not about to explode. I have heard scary stories about halogen lights - how they can catch fire if they come too close to a piece of fabric. Also, the Bed, Bath & Beyond store near my apartment no longer sells halogen lightbulbs. I don’t know why, but I’m wondering if it’s because of the fire explosion issue. It meant that I had to walk several blocks farther from my apartment to buy replacement bulbs this last time. Now I have three extra halogen bulbs. Maybe I should just toss them and replace the lamp altogether. The crackling actually just stopped. I’m afraid to leave the room now with the light turned on.
But as long as the crackling is over with, I WILL tell you about our 2k8 contest - here’s what you have to do: click on this link. Then you can participate in a very cool “virtual” scavenger hunt, and win books from three 2k8 authors. Speaking of which, I just finished two books by my 2k8 classmates - I HEART YOU, YOU HAUNT ME, by Lisa Schroeder, which is a novel written in verse, and it is so lovely, lyrical and heartfelt. It will make you cry, but in a good way. Then I read THE OPPOSITE OF INVISIBLE, by Liz Gallagher, about friendship, and a major crush, and Seattle, and art. The book feels completely real, and the narrator, Alice, has the truest, clearest voice.
The light is making a whole different noise now. It’s even fainter, but it’s driving me crazy. It’s like something out of Edgar Allen Poe. I’m going to go investigate . . .