Three things you may or may not care about, but *I* do...
Item One: My ring has returned! Thank you to whoever did that little bit of magic. My finger no longer feels naked.
Item Two: The Tool show was fabulous, but I admit I still don't know what Maynard looks like, as this time he starred as a tiny dancing silhouette against a backdrop of interesting imagery projected upon a series of massive screens. He did strip down to his underwear by the end of the show as usual, though, so I have a vague idea what his underwear looks like. Not that I wanted to know that.
Item Three: I caught yet another mouse! This one was a mere inch in length, and I served a Cheerio this time at the Rodent Apology Bar before tipping the creature out into some grass and shrubs outside. This time I woke Wee Boy to have a look at Tiny before I removed him/her from the premises.
Unsolicited, unplanned, random Item number Four: I swear to you and to myself that I will somehow find the drive to do something wonderful and creative and hopeful and finish it within, oh, let's say the next three months. Does anybody want to serve as Personal Creative Trainer? It's a non-paying position in which you get to throw deadlines at me and yell at me if I do not finish things on time. Let me know if that's your thing.
Item Two: The Tool show was fabulous, but I admit I still don't know what Maynard looks like, as this time he starred as a tiny dancing silhouette against a backdrop of interesting imagery projected upon a series of massive screens. He did strip down to his underwear by the end of the show as usual, though, so I have a vague idea what his underwear looks like. Not that I wanted to know that.
Item Three: I caught yet another mouse! This one was a mere inch in length, and I served a Cheerio this time at the Rodent Apology Bar before tipping the creature out into some grass and shrubs outside. This time I woke Wee Boy to have a look at Tiny before I removed him/her from the premises.
Unsolicited, unplanned, random Item number Four: I swear to you and to myself that I will somehow find the drive to do something wonderful and creative and hopeful and finish it within, oh, let's say the next three months. Does anybody want to serve as Personal Creative Trainer? It's a non-paying position in which you get to throw deadlines at me and yell at me if I do not finish things on time. Let me know if that's your thing.