It’s only partially from disuse – my wife and I re-arranged the bedroom today (MacBook providing the music) and set up some new storage-type things to streamline laundry a little bit. I tackled this after bringing the Scion back from the dealership.
Things learned while at the dealership:
- The Scion is ready for Casas.
- Journaling on T9 for an hour is thoroughly satisfying even if the service manager thinks you’re in one really intense game of Breakout.
- People should clip their nails in private. This has started an interesting string of Facebook comments and rationales. (Interesting if you’re into fingernails, to clarify.)
I also got pretty far in Ally Carter’s Heist Society, which is good since certain sites have taken to open threats against the Bloggh.
Perhaps I can appease them with something I found on Pandora. While cleaning the bedroom I left on Pandora (my Nobuo Uematsu (with Konami added for variety) is killer). Did you know that you can only listen to 40 hours for free on Pandora? Can you guess what supplied the soundtrack for Christmas this year?
Who maxed out Pandora? This guy.
We survived our trip to Hoth. It wasn’t as cold as last year and not one animal had to have its innards lightsabered, a success to say the least.
Now for the random photos:
I found this while dusting my dresser. Do you remember when 10KB was a lot for a PDA to store? Let’s just say today’s journal beat that. Yes, it has been some time since I’ve dusted the dresser.
Nothing says Christmas like hot chocolate, angels, and adamantium.
It was a tear-filled send-off, which I think is quite appropriate for Christmas. Today was bessiejo’s first day at work as a super-important numbers person. I’m pretty sure her nametag says that. She’s the big super-important numbers person for Schreiber Foods. This bloggh has always been cheesy, so it shouldn’t be too big of a stretch for my readers to support the dairy industry.
You know how you can make a guitar using a piece of wood, a box, and some rubber band/elastic strings? This is what happens when you hook up an amp pick-up to the homemade guitar.
How do you smuggle in a life-size alligator replica as a gift? This is how. You should have seen it perched high on a shelf. G walked into the other room, we heard a “What the??”, and we knew that our gift was a hit.
More pictures will come of the time with my side of the family. I just had to capture this wrapping paper on my phone. It’s safe to assume I knew what my gift was. Yep. Captain Kirk handkerchiefs. I was way off, though. I’ll have to settle with getting the best Star Trek movie instead.
Semi-related posts:
WE LOVE CHEESE!
and Yeah, read fast. You’re running out of time. Remember, in addition to girls with guns, we have an ally, or maybe a partner in crime. We have the thing that strikes something like fear, or antlers, or something else, into the hearts and minds and fingers of everyone within range of it’s visitations….
Antlers into hearts? Not good.