We watched Red Green tonight, the first new one I’ve seen in some time, and I have a question (likely rhetorical):
Whenintheheck did Harold get engaged?
Part-time prevaricator
We watched Red Green tonight, the first new one I’ve seen in some time, and I have a question (likely rhetorical):
Whenintheheck did Harold get engaged?
We all get them: credit-card applications in the mail. I usually rip ’em in half and toss ’em in the recycling. I may have to rethink that technique.
The Torn-Up Credit Card Application
Long story short: Good ol’ Rob Cockerham, of cockeyed.com, tore up a credit card app, taped it back together, sent it off–and received a credit card. Yikes.
Sunday School party last night (really). Well, sort of. One of the Sunday School teachers (and her family) is buying a house, and so this was the pre-housewarming party. It was an all-ages party, and all the party-goers just slept over at the hosts’ house (it made sense, logistically, since the party was in Chater, which is about 20 minutes out of town. Plus both of us had been drinking, so driving home wasn’t in the cards).
Tonight: Oscar party with a bunch of the folks from the Evans.
Apparently my webhost doesn’t like the word c‑u-r‑l*. That’s what was hanging me up from posting my new story. But that’s solved, at least worked around, and so: Everything That Never Happened. So far it’s ~5400 words spread across one and a half chapters, first draft. Enjoy, if you want to.
* Presumably because there’s a software package out there called c_url (without the “_”) that allows users to snarf entire websites and download them to their local machines. Apparently it’s quite handy for building up massive collections of pornography. Who knew? And here I gave Natasha Noir curly hair.
So I’m at 5200 words so far, and here’s the ship that serves as inspiration for the good ship Mandalay in the story:

It’s called the Nonsuch, and it’s in the Manitoba Museum. I’ve been aboard probably a dozen times. IMHO, it’s the coolest exhibit in the museum.
Later!
…eventually.
They’ve been calling for heavy snowfall all day. Warning about it since last night. It finally started at about ten to one this afternoon, just as I was getting ready to go back to work.
I snapped this shot from my office, through the window, looking out on the parking lot and the entrance to the Music Building. At one point there was enough snow in the air that I could barely make out those trees (not the big pine on the right, the naked ones about a hundred feet out).
My parents, who had been planning to stop in at my place on their way to visit my sister in Calgary, have decided not to come. I think that’s wise.