"Send me a postcard darling."

I think we've already determined that I adore getting postcards myself. (Anyone who feels inclined to send me one from their wanderings, please feel free.) I also love looking through old postcards; here are a few I picked up at the DC Big Flea a couple of weekends ago. (Thumbnails linked to larger versions.)

( four postcards: Brighton 1915, Cowdray Castle 1920, Inverness 1945, Piazza di San Pietro )

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So, what does a geekchick do when she's got an evening completely to herself?

She has Chinese food delivered, kicks off some logfile analysis for work, buys/downloads the new U2 CD, takes a long bath with a bath bomb and a drink and the iPod, contemplates Stuff and Things and what should go on a CD for a friend while her fingers prune up in the disturbingly pink water, and then rocks out in flannel Tigger pajamas to some Van Halen from way back when they did not suck.

Just what the doctor ordered.