MR. PARADISE, AND JOURNAL HELLLLP!!!

yes, i was reading a real book, Anne Tyler's Amateur Marriage, which i had earlier bought for G (she's read it, loved it, said it had a sad ending).  but then, at the library i picked up Elmore Leonard's latest bit of criminal whimsy, Mr. Paradise.  i can no more pass up Elmore Leonard than i could an open bag of Dove dark chocolate eggs.  so, Amateur Marriage was interrupted by a few hours of the usual Leonard fare:  criminals stupid to the point of being braindead, tough decent cops with bad/sad homelives and attractive auras, tough/beautiful chicks who may or may not be affiliated with the criminals.  this time it's Detroit, not Florida, those being Leonard's two settings for his novels.  what i really love about his books is the dialogue, no one can do it like he can.  it's a special language that his characters speak, and for hours during and after reading one of his stories my inner monologue speaks in that language.  then it gets old and irritating and finally goes away.  even if you've never read him you've probably seen movies made from his novels, like Get Shorty, and you know what i mean.

now, journal help.  i've f'd up my ability to put pictures into my journal entries and i'm asking for suggestions/help from anyone who knows more about this business than i do.  which would be anyone, including probably your pets.  please read this entry in my other journal and email me if you have ideas how i can fix this mess.