Some of us are not well suited to staying up late, so we hauled out the ginger ale and maraschino cherries and champagne flutes and celebrated New Year’s GMT* at
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Hatchery at the butterfly conservatory
Hatchery at the butterfly conservatory Originally uploaded by morecoffeeplease. (insert your preferred metaphor here re: new year, hatching, etc. etc.) Happy 2008. If 2007 was good to you, may 2008
Dreaming of a Pink Christmas
I’m sure anyone reading this has heard my rant about Toys R Gender Apartheid. The place drives me nuts and I end up cursing myself every time I spend money
Kittehz!
Thanks to Abbey Cat Adoptions (go ahead, click the link and look at all the adorable kitties that need homes… I dare you….), we’ve been adopted by two new kitties.
Test post
WordPress is being particularly recalcitrant. Testing editing. Testing adding a totally random link. …ok, looks like it was a db issue after all. Yay backups.
M’s Grade 1 school picture
M’s Grade 1 school picture Originally uploaded by morecoffeeplease. Dimple, missing tooth and big grin. I swear, we do brush her hair once in a while.
M at the school Christmas concert
M at the school Christmas concert Originally uploaded by morecoffeeplease. The kid loves to sing and is a total extrovert, so you’d think we’d have experienced a successful concert before
Geezerville
At M’s parent-teacher interview yesterday we asked about how they teach kids to form letters, because M does some very odd things when she prints. “Oh, we don’t teach that
Not fair. Not fair at all.
I just found out that a women who used to be on a listserv with me has died at the age of 56. She was due to retire this upcoming
Seven reasons why the world is a bad place
I burned my hand nastily this morning — left hand, of course; whoever burns their non-dominant hand? — and I can’t even blame anyone. It was just a stupid non-preventable
Only missing some cookies
M with iPod and ballerina/fairy getup Originally uploaded by morecoffeeplease. The modern five-year-old, shown in its native habitat, with accoutrements: sturdy green army-style pants for playing outside, tutu, cape, wand,
Thump
Last night when I went to bed, the maple tree out front of our house still had most of its leaves. This morning, not so much. The neighbour’s car was
The writers’ strike
I don’t watch The Daily Show myself, but this video by its writers about caps it: Good luck to all the TV writers out there, and may they prevail. h/t
There’s WHAT in my cookies??
From a federal government press release in my RSS — Allergy Alert – Undeclared Milf Protein in Anna’s Biscuits and Cookies All kinds of rude jokes practically write themselves. (as
Unphotographable
This is a photo I did not take of a young guy standing in the doorway of my subway car, dressed thuggishly with the low-slung goofy pants, huge hoodie and
Plush. It keeps getting stranger.
(hat tip to Boing Boing) Now you can buy plush human organs — no, not THAT kind of organ*, just the boring internal “guts” kind of organ. I could see
Schrodinger’s zombie
Happy Halloween, Samhain, etc. Later I’ll be attempting to affix a tiara, ballet tutu and pink cape to M’s pink unicorn costume so she can be a princess ballerina unicorn.
Mirror check: zits? nosehair? spinach in teeth? assholishness?
Quotation of the Day for August 29, 2007 “I was looking at the moon last night,” Bodo said. “You can see it very well from my cell. I was looking
Ow, my brain
Remember all that stuff you learned in school and thought was kind of useless? Actually it was all taught to you so that you can carry on dinner conversations with
Public service announcement
If you are a spammer who likes to use any of my domains as spoofed addresses for your nasty little missives, causing me to have to pick my real email