Happy Boxing Day, all! I was too lazy to even post yesterday. I didn't even get dressed, and don't remember ever having wore pajamas all day long before. (K. doesn't relax well ( Read more... )

One more day o' work before I head home. (It's been five months away!) I'll be so glad to see my folks, who share my sense of humour, as evidenced by phone conversations:

Me: I don't bake as much as I'd like . . . so many ingredients to buy.
Dad: You only need - the Pillsbury Dough Boy!
Me: It's would be great if he showed up.
Dad: If he does, you ( Read more... )

Christmas is going nicely. My family liked my gifts, which were: Superman for All Seasons for Dad (I read it to make sure it's good ...), The Who and Fleetwood Mac CDs for Mom (also listened to make sure the second-hand discs don't skip ...), Body Shop soap for Gordon (didn't use that), and a beaded necklace and ring for Alice. (Or that.) More ( Read more... )

This was a cozy evening: tree decorating with family while watching The Sound of Music. While chowing down popcorn and drinking Coors Light, we realized we'd have to email Scott Reid and tell him this, representing typical middle-income Cape Bretoners.

I missed the leaders' debate but did catch the election episode of Futurama (upon looking I see ( Read more... )

Home last night. The bus wasn't as bad as usual, mainly since I remembered to buy food beforehand, and sat next to a nice DalTech student from Newfoundland. She was also Catholic, so we eventually got into theology. (It's a long ride.) No snow storms either ( Read more... )

I have to share this one that Alice sent me. Not my cat, but it looks exactly like her, even with the fat bit in the middle. Brace yourself. (Large image too.)

( The Art of Feline Levitation )