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Well, since you all thought the Easter picture was so cute,
I thought I'd give you one more--me when I was four.

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Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
ahh sweet innocence... what a cutie!!
12:45 PM
dive said…
I think we're heading for CUTE overload here, Robyn.
I'll have to start using かわいい　instead, which you very definitely are.
2:30 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
Oh, you are a cutie.
3:59 PM
Scout said…
Dive, this looks like jibberish in the comment box, but in the e-mail version of your comment, it appears to Japanese. ??
4:31 PM
dive said…
Damn! I often comment to perople in Japanese. Do you mean that the characters don't come out, or is it just that you cannot read them?
(The first is a squiggly thing with a dash; the second has a hook thing on the right hand side; the third and fourth are two slightly bendy lines).
If they look different to this, please let me know and I'll stop doing it. They look fine on all my computers.
Also, are the characters on my old Japanese posts readable or just somputer rubbish? I'm worried now …
The word is "kawaii" by the way ("cute" in Japanese).
12:28 AM
Scout said…
Dive, when I look at this while using my laptop, the Japanese is just double dashes, but it comes through on emails (I get email allerts with comments. Later I'll check it on the Mac and see if it works better. My Mac is loaded with fonts.
6:54 AM
Scout said…
Dive, on my MAC, your Japanese characters translate into question marks. sorry.
10:48 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
speaking of Macs... robyn, how do you like it - do you have an ibook?
12:01 PM
Scout said…
Hey Rich. I have a big G5 with a giant monitor and I don't know how many gig of ram for all of my graphics work. I would love an iBook, but my laptop is a peuny little pc that I inherited from my daughter when she graduated to something better. It serves it's purpose.

Are you thinking about an iBook?
12:05 PM
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