Wednesday, December 24, 2008

As X-mas approaches...

So I got last minute gifts for parents and Sister. Mostly chocolate. Which the rents were there to pick out for themselves. But whatever. Obligations fulfilled!

Grandrents are here! Safe arrival, no flight delays, nothing.

Day of birth approaches!

Someone actually named their child Basil Wolverton. And wasn't a celebrity. Win.

I've realized the bulk of college letters (or okay, a lot of them if not the majority) are repeats and therefore can get chucked automatically. This lightens my load considerably, and the less I have to read about how "If you're unique/smart/magical/a unicorn, then ______ College is for you!!", the better.

I lost internet for a while today, and I actually sat down with a proper book that I enjoyed and it was so much fun. Apparently not being attached at the hip to my computer can be a good thing.

BASIL WOLVERTON.

This man was apparently the colleague of someone who went by "Big Daddy Roth" in professional circles. Those cartoonists. What total nutjobs.

I'm getting a DVD I have wanted for a very long time off Amazon for Christmas, and when the order was in I did the Dance of Awesome Nerds. I looked like a fool.

My mom bought herself a bundt pan because it was on sale. And now it's underneath the tree.

IT RAINED. NOT SNOW, RAIN. SEATTLE IS BACK!!!

2 comments:

Ahaneen said...

I love you...

Bundt.
Bundt.
*haz memoriez of Big Fat Greek Wedding*

Oh, if you don't announce that something's happening for your birthday, I'll just show up at your house on the 28th and shell shock those leathery old beans.

I may have a baby name to beat yours (although it IS the child of a celebrity): Bronx Mowgli. Now go back, and read that name three more times. It gets better every time.

I'm not sure if you ever wanted any comments on these posts, so if you didn't, here's my atonement:

http://www.unicorncollege.cz/cz/

My Word Verification code is "croust." I feel like a croust.

Shamelessness Personified said...

Word verification code is "subeader." You are sub-eader. Babies are sub-life.

I'm sorry: Banjo Griffiths, though a celebrity offspring, will always win the name contest.

Goo Goo Goo Goooooosth.