Now I do….
Judge jails entire courtroom when nobody fesses up to having a ringing cell phone.
I would be willing to bet my best socks that the judge is under fifty.
When I first moved to BC, I thought, hey, wtf? Where’s the bagged milk?? Turns out it doesn’t exist in BC, it’s an eastern Canada thing.
Daughter Katie and I worked on school application stuff for about half an hour last night. The rest of the time we watched Deadwood. Another convert, yeah! Then I booked the Prius to take her home. I hate putting gas in that thing, but someone’s got to do it.
Into each life, a little saturated fat must fall. You have been carefully selected as possibly being the kind of wild and crazy (redacted company name) employee who might want to eat a deep fried Mars bar. Our talented chef Chris has agreed — with some misgivings — to deep fry Mars bars for us, but only if at least ten people sign up. As this is a rare culinary delight, I urge you to vote Yes, Please! Please be advised that they are almost impossible to finish, so consider sharing it with somebody. Please be further advised that in the tradition of Scottish cuisine (almost a contradiction in terms), you order it with a side of fries. Your best bet is to plan on eating nothing else that day, and possibly not for 24 hours on either side. I’m going to draw the line at requesting a doctor’s note, though. Please be further, further advised that costs will be announced when we have enough people signed up. Please be further, further, further advised that my distribution list may have missed people who have been dying (possibly literally) to eat a deep fried Mars bar, and that no ill-will is intended if you were forwarded this by someone other than Allegra.
Scanged from Boingboing, of course. As is the next link to a weewwy cyute gun!
Looks like a pewter tankard banged into gun shape.
This tap water tastes funny. But what’s funnier is it took more than ten years to figure it out.
This is a quilt one of my coworkers, Yvonne, made. All the women in CS got one. I am an extremely sentimental person, in a gruff, cheesy kind of way, and it makes me sniff when I think about how wonderful my coworkers are.
This is a picture of the house where I grew up in Ottawa. There is now a coster blue spruce out front that’s four stories tall…
The moon from the second last time I was at Jericho. I think I posted something similar earlier, but I just love the feel of it. And I wish the city wasn’t always lit with sodium vapour lights….
My desk, with my Jayne hat (wot nautilus3 knitted for me).
I made some. This time I soaked the pearls overnight and it is NOM NOM NOM NOM. (Milk, sugar, tapioca pearls, vanilla, fresh ground cardamom, cinnamon, almond flavouring.) Hm. Maybe some salt?
This time about an inflight engine failure.
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By 6 this morning the snowplows / salt trucks had been by three times in 90 minutes. The University is open (although the Library is closed??). It looks like I’ll be wearing boots today.