Transmissions with Mom

In an earlier post I mentioned how I set up a gmail account for my mom.   She writes me everyday.  None of our dialogue really has any purpose.  It’s kind of like two headless chickens emailing each other.

Latest email from my mom (it’s a long one but worth it):

Hey Alex,  happy St. Nick!   Just watched Boston Legal,  it’s so funny;  everybody in that cast is hilarious.  Last night I watched the case of Amanda Knox, a student from Seattle who is accused of murder in Perugia, Italy.  It is so bizarre -  she is still in prison,   You know I like stuff like that — her roommate, an English girl,  got raped and murdered by this drug dealer from Africa,  but this Amanda and her Italian boy-friend were somehow involved,  too.   The weird thing is,  I think it was all Harry Potter’s fault -  I think these books and movies are bad,  I can’t help it. The boy-friend got off, of course, because he was a prominent doctor’s son. (  supposedly a Harry Potter look-alike)  I am going to follow this case,  the trial is in January.   I wished i was a psychiatrist,  I would put her under hypnosis  — if she was on drugs,  she can’t remember a thing, but I think she remembers something – the local pub owner  had something to do with it, too.   There was definitely a ‘third’ force involved.   Call me – love, Mom