Party party party

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).

Princesses of the tea party
Two of the princesses

A game of Rummoli
The card game where I lost, oh, eight times or so

At the end of a long day
It was a long day for some

Tonight: Oscar par­ty with a bunch of the folks from the Evans.

At the Evans
Evans projectors 

Everything That Never Happened — problem solved

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.

In like a lion

March 1st

…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.