Um, I am watching the Texas-BC game... it's the bottom of the 25th. This game has consumed >10% of Lenny's life so far.
Also, Austin Wood pitched 12.1 innings WITHOUT ALLOWING A HIT.
It is only 3-2.
Updated (12:15 pm, May 31): Good god we won in 25. Game time > 7 hours. Lenny is only 63 hours old. STILL >10% of her lifetime.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
I will call her... Mini-shme.
If I can paraphrase Dr. Astrohollish (Motto: Bringing wooden shoes to SPAAAAAAAAAACE!) again , Lenny is lucky enough to be graced (<- pun not intended) with 50% of my DNA, but this is a precipitous drop off from absolute perfection. Alas and alack for the nonexistence of human cloning!
Of course we know cloning exists. It's been featured in documentaries I have seen. They even had the technology long ago (in a galaxy far away). Just ask Boba and his "father" Jango Fett.**
And don't forget the series of films depicting the actions of British hero Austin Powers, when Dr. Evil (who was like dictator of Freedonia or something, I don't have a history book with me... just the entire internet) who cloned himself and concentrated his own evil a la Sauron or Tide Ultra.***
Well, when I was "in" "San Diego" at the "Advanced Metallization Conference"**** I had myself cloned, but to pull the wool over everyone's eyes (I shouldn't be admitting this, but my hands are operating freely of my brain) I had the Y chromosome substituted with an X. Lo and behold, my she-clone Lenny. (I mean, Luke, Lenny, you didn't think I was such a huge egomaniac to give my child a name that started with the same letter as mine... unless she was me[ish], did you? MWAHAHAHAHA!)
These are four pictures, two of me, two of her (you have to click it to actually see it). They don't do the similarities justice. Nobel Prize (or Supermax prison) here I come!*****
*This is the wittiest thing I have ever written in my life. :(
**"Father" in quotation marks because Jango's marriage was just a ruse; he was obvs ghey. I mean, a green cape and a codpiece?****** Really?
***Tide is the most evil detergent. Riptides kill uncounted people every year, and that company makes a joke of it. A freshness after the storm-smelling, stain-free, snuggleable joke. Disgusting.
****No one believed that was really the name of a conference, did they? Suckas!
*****I will settle for the happy medium of Swedish minimum security prison.
******I know that's Boba, but they're clones, peeps.
But soft! What light through yonder test tube breaks? It is cloned yeast, and Lenny is thesunsondaughter!*
Of course we know cloning exists. It's been featured in documentaries I have seen. They even had the technology long ago (in a galaxy far away). Just ask Boba and his "father" Jango Fett.**
And don't forget the series of films depicting the actions of British hero Austin Powers, when Dr. Evil (who was like dictator of Freedonia or something, I don't have a history book with me... just the entire internet) who cloned himself and concentrated his own evil a la Sauron or Tide Ultra.***
Well, when I was "in" "San Diego" at the "Advanced Metallization Conference"**** I had myself cloned, but to pull the wool over everyone's eyes (I shouldn't be admitting this, but my hands are operating freely of my brain) I had the Y chromosome substituted with an X. Lo and behold, my she-clone Lenny. (I mean, Luke, Lenny, you didn't think I was such a huge egomaniac to give my child a name that started with the same letter as mine... unless she was me[ish], did you? MWAHAHAHAHA!)
These are four pictures, two of me, two of her (you have to click it to actually see it). They don't do the similarities justice. Nobel Prize (or Supermax prison) here I come!*****
*This is the wittiest thing I have ever written in my life. :(
**"Father" in quotation marks because Jango's marriage was just a ruse; he was obvs ghey. I mean, a green cape and a codpiece?****** Really?
***Tide is the most evil detergent. Riptides kill uncounted people every year, and that company makes a joke of it. A freshness after the storm-smelling, stain-free, snuggleable joke. Disgusting.
****No one believed that was really the name of a conference, did they? Suckas!
*****I will settle for the happy medium of Swedish minimum security prison.
******I know that's Boba, but they're clones, peeps.
Funny because it's true
What's the difference between black people and white people?
White people have names like "Lenny," and black people have names like "Carl."
(h/t to Zack for the reminder)
Also, if you read the tags, we pretty much knew her name in February.
White people have names like "Lenny," and black people have names like "Carl."
(h/t to Zack for the reminder)
Also, if you read the tags, we pretty much knew her name in February.
That was fast!
At 8:59 pm on May 28th, little Lenny Grace came into this world. Mother and daughter are both doing great. More later.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
When you're sliding into first and you're feeling something burst... It's a baby! [Cha cha cha!]
My wife is awesome for any number of reasons. That's an established fact. Yesterday, I think she became too awesome for me to deal with though. We've known for a while that Texas was going to host an NCAA regional (a four team double-elimination pool that serves as the "first round" in baseball) and almost assuredly a super-regional (a two-team best of three series, the "second round") here in Austin. We also knew that regionals are May 29-June 1, so we couldn't possibly make it because she's had trouble sitting through nine innings, much less six or seven games in a few days, not to mention for fear that labor would start at a baseball game... and then I would look like an absolute dick: "Oh, hey, look at that guy who dragged his nine month-pregnant wife to a baseball game!"
Sure enough, Texas got the number one overall seed, and there will be a regional here this weekend. Additionally, Army is the number 4 in the region, and I'd love to see them play, since I respect the hell out of any kid that goes to one of the academies. (As an aside, one of these days I want to go to a football game at West Point. Have you ever seen their campus? It's somewhat attractive.) But it's just not to be, right?
Not until Ariane asks me yesterday evening if we should just buy tickets anyway and go. And if she doesn't feel up to it on any given day that I could take her sister and leave her at home. How awesome is that? I have the green light to go to baseball this weekend regardless of how my nine month-pregnant wife is feeling. I had no idea I had married a baseball nut (and she really is) who would risk going into labor at a baseball game. Plus, she dislikes the same players and things that I do! (You're on notice, Tant Shepherd and Singing the National Anthem Before Every Single Game)
And there is no way I am touching that offer with a ten foot pole. Think of the possibilities: she goes into labor at a baseball game, and I look like a dick, or she goes into labor while I am at a baseball game with her sister, and I look like a huge dick, or she stays home and everything is fine except, but I am essentially abandoning my wife when she could go into labor at any time to go watch baseball. No thanks.
Although, if she came with me and went into labor then and there, I think we could probably get lifetime season tickets if we named our daughter "Augie"...
Sure enough, Texas got the number one overall seed, and there will be a regional here this weekend. Additionally, Army is the number 4 in the region, and I'd love to see them play, since I respect the hell out of any kid that goes to one of the academies. (As an aside, one of these days I want to go to a football game at West Point. Have you ever seen their campus? It's somewhat attractive.) But it's just not to be, right?
Not until Ariane asks me yesterday evening if we should just buy tickets anyway and go. And if she doesn't feel up to it on any given day that I could take her sister and leave her at home. How awesome is that? I have the green light to go to baseball this weekend regardless of how my nine month-pregnant wife is feeling. I had no idea I had married a baseball nut (and she really is) who would risk going into labor at a baseball game. Plus, she dislikes the same players and things that I do! (You're on notice, Tant Shepherd and Singing the National Anthem Before Every Single Game)
And there is no way I am touching that offer with a ten foot pole. Think of the possibilities: she goes into labor at a baseball game, and I look like a dick, or she goes into labor while I am at a baseball game with her sister, and I look like a huge dick, or she stays home and everything is fine except, but I am essentially abandoning my wife when she could go into labor at any time to go watch baseball. No thanks.
Although, if she came with me and went into labor then and there, I think we could probably get lifetime season tickets if we named our daughter "Augie"...
Friday, May 22, 2009
OMFG
I've said it before, and I'll say it again, pregnancy can be yucky. Consider today. Ariane cooked a big (and delicious) meal while I was at work today (breaking things, ho hum), and she was on her feet for a couple hours on the tile floor. That was not so good. She took a couple pictures of her horrifically swollen feet afterward. For example:
Pretty swollen. That's not the grossness, though. Because I am a perfect angel, I was squeezing her feet after dinner, while doing some work on the computer with my other hand. I guess I squeezed too long and hard in one spot and, well, I completely deformed her foot.
That depression lingered for a solid minute or two before inflating again. Yuck.
Pretty swollen. That's not the grossness, though. Because I am a perfect angel, I was squeezing her feet after dinner, while doing some work on the computer with my other hand. I guess I squeezed too long and hard in one spot and, well, I completely deformed her foot.
That depression lingered for a solid minute or two before inflating again. Yuck.
An astute observation
Ariane pointed out yesterday that with her mother and sister getting in next week, today, tomorrow, and Sunday will be our last weekend together as just the two of us until... uh, well, never? 2030 or so?
I find this disconcerting.
I find this disconcerting.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Congrats, Dr. Hollish!
Kinderbloggen is not a place that is going to break any news outside the sphere of poop and Sesame Street, but there is breaking news out of Paris that is tangentially related, so I am going to post it here:
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Andreas Mogensen, Ph.D (2007, Aerospace Engineering, University of Texas at Austin) is (and this is not a joke) one of the European Space Administration's newest astronauts, despite being actually a Californian without U.S. citizenship who happens to hold a Danish passport.
To say "Congrats, Hollish!" is a wild understatement, because this is simply inconceivable. I thought knowing a guy who plays in the NFL was awesome, but that's over 200 people a year. Before today there were eight ESA astronauts. Eight.
A year ago, Ariane and I were in Konstanz, Germany, visiting Andy and his girlfriend just a day before Andy was flying to Hamburg to perform the first round of testing. The first step was some ridiculous memory test, and Andy was convinced he was going to bomb out in the first elimination because he was doing terribly on some practice tests. Yet, after a year, ESA pared down the 8,400+ applications and picked just six or so (I got news Monday - I promptly freaked out in my office and had the people next door worried that I had hurt myself - and am writing this Tuesday night, so I don't know the exact number because they wouldn't even tell Hollish himself), and wouldn't you know it, but Andy is going to space, supposedly to work on the International Space Station. Only about 500 people have ever been in space. That is some elite company, my friends.
Sorry though, Andy, I am still not sorry for laughing at you every time you said you wanted to be an astronaut and go to Mars. It was preposterously silly then, and it still is now... it's just that you might actually get a chance to (I can't believe I'm about to type this) go to Mars.
So now Andy isn't going to have time for the little people from his past nor Earthlings in general (being locked down by gravity is so April 11, 1961). I will prefer to remember him from the awesome times, like when he won (read: lost) a ~15 person, ~$300 credit card roulette game in Phoenix.
Sucka.
I can now tell my daughter that, yes, she can be anything she wants to be. And I can actually mean it.
Good luck, Hollish.
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Andreas Mogensen, Ph.D (2007, Aerospace Engineering, University of Texas at Austin) is (and this is not a joke) one of the European Space Administration's newest astronauts, despite being actually a Californian without U.S. citizenship who happens to hold a Danish passport.
To say "Congrats, Hollish!" is a wild understatement, because this is simply inconceivable. I thought knowing a guy who plays in the NFL was awesome, but that's over 200 people a year. Before today there were eight ESA astronauts. Eight.
A year ago, Ariane and I were in Konstanz, Germany, visiting Andy and his girlfriend just a day before Andy was flying to Hamburg to perform the first round of testing. The first step was some ridiculous memory test, and Andy was convinced he was going to bomb out in the first elimination because he was doing terribly on some practice tests. Yet, after a year, ESA pared down the 8,400+ applications and picked just six or so (I got news Monday - I promptly freaked out in my office and had the people next door worried that I had hurt myself - and am writing this Tuesday night, so I don't know the exact number because they wouldn't even tell Hollish himself), and wouldn't you know it, but Andy is going to space, supposedly to work on the International Space Station. Only about 500 people have ever been in space. That is some elite company, my friends.
Sorry though, Andy, I am still not sorry for laughing at you every time you said you wanted to be an astronaut and go to Mars. It was preposterously silly then, and it still is now... it's just that you might actually get a chance to (I can't believe I'm about to type this) go to Mars.
So now Andy isn't going to have time for the little people from his past nor Earthlings in general (being locked down by gravity is so April 11, 1961). I will prefer to remember him from the awesome times, like when he won (read: lost) a ~15 person, ~$300 credit card roulette game in Phoenix.
Sucka.
I can now tell my daughter that, yes, she can be anything she wants to be. And I can actually mean it.
Good luck, Hollish.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Oh, the stoopid, it hurts
I have tried to stop posting my angry rants, but this is too much now. I am going to limit myself so that I don't type a 10,000 word screed against everything that pisses me off. I'm not going to link anything, you can find it all online from reliable sources, like the Red Cross and ProPublica, but here goes nothing:
My daughter has yet to be born, yet she is already smarter and more informed than Elisabeth Hasslebeck, whom is someone I respect* for being brave enough to go on TV despite being a grade-A idiot. I made the mistake of watching the clip of her getting destroyed by Jesse Ventura on her stupid show this morning. I am not going to link it, because I (and this is the truth) actually got so frustrated and angry that I had to bite my lip and pound my desk so that I didn't scream at the computer.
How can someone be so wrapped in a cocoon of stupidity, dishonesty, and immorality? I have no misconceptions that I can raise a perfect child, but I hope to be able to raise a child who is smart enough to understand the basis of her statements, to put one and one together and make two. People like Hasselbeck can't even do that. And for this she gets rewarded with a large national audience every day. It is irresponsible, at absolute best, for ABC to continue employing someone so separated from reality and sense.
I really should just block her show and Fox "News" from my TV. The stupid, the self-contradictions, the incessant blow-hardery, the non-stop dishonesty and downright incorrectness of it all... it's too much to stand. Their current story du jour defending torture (torture!) is unbelievable. It's like watching a B-movie in terms of believability. But then they go and outdo themselves, to the point of self-parody, such as Sean Hannity almost comically tacking "And I'm a Christian!" onto his defenses of waterboarding and sleep deprivation and stress positions.
If you watch Fox News, may the FSM and his noodly appendage have mercy on your soul.
Her, Hannity, and the hosts of "Fox and Friends" should have a stupid-off and O'Reilly, Gingrich, Kristol, Barnes, Hume, Krauthammer, and Will can have an intentional-dishonesty off. Not to mention Malkin, Reynolds, Morrissey, R.S. McCain, Erickson, and the rest of the cheerleaders.
Cheney, Bush, Rumsfeld, Yoo, Bybee, Rice, Rove, and the rest of them can go to jail, already. And they should be waterboarded 183 times in a month, for good measure. After all, it's not torture and, besides, Nancy Pelosi may have known about it, which totally makes it OK.
I am hoping against hope that Obama is playing some kind of long-term game, trying to build up public support for investigations and prosecutions by denying the desire for them now, trying to preemptively eliminate the certain cries of "partisan witch hunt" that will emanate from Team Stupid, but if he's not, and he really has no intention of this ever being investigated, he'll lose a large amount of my support.
In all seriousness, if you in any amount agree with anything any of the people I have listed say about torture (TORTURE!), please never come back to this blog. I would happily - very happily - never speak to you again in my entire life. I don't want you near my child. Ever.**
*Not really
** Really
As an addendum: This makes me smile, but I don't understand what's wrong with people who go to church regularly. I understand that a large percentage of this type of people are Evangelical, and for some baffling reason (abortion, only abortion, oh and the gayz) they are married to the Republican party because the the GOP is so "Christian" [Ed. note: Ha ha ha ha ha! Good joke!], but WTF? Go read the Sermon on the Mount and tell me "WWJD?" I hate when I know more about religion than religious people.
My daughter has yet to be born, yet she is already smarter and more informed than Elisabeth Hasslebeck, whom is someone I respect* for being brave enough to go on TV despite being a grade-A idiot. I made the mistake of watching the clip of her getting destroyed by Jesse Ventura on her stupid show this morning. I am not going to link it, because I (and this is the truth) actually got so frustrated and angry that I had to bite my lip and pound my desk so that I didn't scream at the computer.
How can someone be so wrapped in a cocoon of stupidity, dishonesty, and immorality? I have no misconceptions that I can raise a perfect child, but I hope to be able to raise a child who is smart enough to understand the basis of her statements, to put one and one together and make two. People like Hasselbeck can't even do that. And for this she gets rewarded with a large national audience every day. It is irresponsible, at absolute best, for ABC to continue employing someone so separated from reality and sense.
I really should just block her show and Fox "News" from my TV. The stupid, the self-contradictions, the incessant blow-hardery, the non-stop dishonesty and downright incorrectness of it all... it's too much to stand. Their current story du jour defending torture (torture!) is unbelievable. It's like watching a B-movie in terms of believability. But then they go and outdo themselves, to the point of self-parody, such as Sean Hannity almost comically tacking "And I'm a Christian!" onto his defenses of waterboarding and sleep deprivation and stress positions.
"I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ." --Mahatma GhandiThe only reason I am thankful for people like Sean Hannity is that they have always been around and were a big reason that I stopped believing in all these superstitions (e.g. God, etc.) when I was 13 or so. And, yes, I am morally equating people like Sean Hannity to child molesters. This may be unfair to child molesters, as the cheerleading of Hannity and his ilk led to the deaths of thousands, and then to unknown numbers more who died being tortured (tortured!) in order to create a reason for the invasion of Iraq ex post facto.
If you watch Fox News, may the FSM and his noodly appendage have mercy on your soul.
Her, Hannity, and the hosts of "Fox and Friends" should have a stupid-off and O'Reilly, Gingrich, Kristol, Barnes, Hume, Krauthammer, and Will can have an intentional-dishonesty off. Not to mention Malkin, Reynolds, Morrissey, R.S. McCain, Erickson, and the rest of the cheerleaders.
Cheney, Bush, Rumsfeld, Yoo, Bybee, Rice, Rove, and the rest of them can go to jail, already. And they should be waterboarded 183 times in a month, for good measure. After all, it's not torture and, besides, Nancy Pelosi may have known about it, which totally makes it OK.
I am hoping against hope that Obama is playing some kind of long-term game, trying to build up public support for investigations and prosecutions by denying the desire for them now, trying to preemptively eliminate the certain cries of "partisan witch hunt" that will emanate from Team Stupid, but if he's not, and he really has no intention of this ever being investigated, he'll lose a large amount of my support.
In all seriousness, if you in any amount agree with anything any of the people I have listed say about torture (TORTURE!), please never come back to this blog. I would happily - very happily - never speak to you again in my entire life. I don't want you near my child. Ever.**
*Not really
** Really
As an addendum: This makes me smile, but I don't understand what's wrong with people who go to church regularly. I understand that a large percentage of this type of people are Evangelical, and for some baffling reason (abortion, only abortion, oh and the gayz) they are married to the Republican party because the the GOP is so "Christian" [Ed. note: Ha ha ha ha ha! Good joke!], but WTF? Go read the Sermon on the Mount and tell me "WWJD?" I hate when I know more about religion than religious people.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
She's swell
These pictures don't really do justice to the amount of swelling that Ariane's been dealing with for a while now, but I think they're worth posting. Her swelling isn't as bad as some of the women we've seen, but it's been pretty painful for her.
First, her hands have gotten swollen and her fingers hurt.
Her feet are rough. She had to buy a size up in shoes (although we had heard this was normal, I, at least, thought it doubtful). I hoped she'd get normal tennis shoes, but she bought something squeaky. Plus she can't stand for more than a couple of minutes on tile or something hard.
Oh no! There she is, in the woods!
My feet still dwarf hers, though, which makes me...
Oh yeah.
First, her hands have gotten swollen and her fingers hurt.
Her feet are rough. She had to buy a size up in shoes (although we had heard this was normal, I, at least, thought it doubtful). I hoped she'd get normal tennis shoes, but she bought something squeaky. Plus she can't stand for more than a couple of minutes on tile or something hard.
Oh no! There she is, in the woods!
My feet still dwarf hers, though, which makes me...
Oh yeah.
Kindertuben
This week I am going to try to figure out how to use our camcorder. (Is that term antequated already? I feel so old when I try to talk about technology. Also, I'd like to send this letter to the Prussian consulate in Siam by aeromail. Am I too late for the 4:30 autogyro.) Then I'll be launching Kindertuben. I will embed videos here, provided I can embed with the privacy settings I want on YouTube or whatever video sharing site I choose to use (hint: probably YouTube).
I'm done with my manuscripts now, so I can get back to writing here... if only something interesting would happen.
Two weeks to Armageddon.
In unrelated news, the baseball regular season is over :( but Texas won the Big XII (I insist on Roman numerals) regular season title :) It looks like we only made it to 20 games this year, 19 at home, 1 at Waco. Texas will host a regional and (knock on wood) super-regional in all likelihood. When are regionals scheduled for? Last couple days of May/first couple days of June. Needless to say, we will not be making those games.
I'm done with my manuscripts now, so I can get back to writing here... if only something interesting would happen.
Two weeks to Armageddon.
In unrelated news, the baseball regular season is over :( but Texas won the Big XII (I insist on Roman numerals) regular season title :) It looks like we only made it to 20 games this year, 19 at home, 1 at Waco. Texas will host a regional and (knock on wood) super-regional in all likelihood. When are regionals scheduled for? Last couple days of May/first couple days of June. Needless to say, we will not be making those games.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Quick update
Baby clocked in at 6#2 today and we can expect .5#/week until she's born. I am so not ready still.
What does 6 and 1/8 pounds look like? About like this:
What does 6 and 1/8 pounds look like? About like this:
Sunday, May 10, 2009
How to waste your time
Update: Keyboard cat just got awesomer!
Walker Told Keyboard Cat He Has Aids - Watch more Funny Videos
I should have linked Matt Taibbi long ago. One of his multiple outlets is now blogrolled on the right. Here's one of my favorite Taibbi TV appearances, hilarity starting at 25 seconds:
And his prose is better.
Plus, I am also recommending The Trailer Mash, where you can find tons of these that people make.
Jeebus, I wish I were that creative. Also, I love that Brokeback Mountain music. That movie really did kick ass.
Walker Told Keyboard Cat He Has Aids - Watch more Funny Videos
I should have linked Matt Taibbi long ago. One of his multiple outlets is now blogrolled on the right. Here's one of my favorite Taibbi TV appearances, hilarity starting at 25 seconds:
And his prose is better.
[Stanley] Fish was mostly riffing on a recent book written by the windily pompous University of Manchester professor Terry Eagleton, a pudgily superior type, physically resembling a giant runny nose, who seems to have been raised by indulgent aunts who gave him sweets every time he corrected the grammar of other children.
Plus, I am also recommending The Trailer Mash, where you can find tons of these that people make.
Jeebus, I wish I were that creative. Also, I love that Brokeback Mountain music. That movie really did kick ass.
Friday, May 8, 2009
I am... Roy Hobbs
Back in March I discovered that I am just a natural with little baby girls. Bernard Malamud should write a novel about me. I even have photographic proof now, courtesy of my mom.
There's a term for what she's feeling in that picture: unmitigated horror. Can't you just hear her screaming for help? If she only knew that word... Not to mention that this was one of at least two times I made her sob. Thank the FSM that I didn't break her in half.
If you actually click on the picture you can see her hand is blurry because of how quickly she reached away awash in terror. I'm sure she had nightmares about me.
One thing is clear as day: having this baby is going to be a cake walk.*
*May not be accurate
There's a term for what she's feeling in that picture: unmitigated horror. Can't you just hear her screaming for help? If she only knew that word... Not to mention that this was one of at least two times I made her sob. Thank the FSM that I didn't break her in half.
If you actually click on the picture you can see her hand is blurry because of how quickly she reached away awash in terror. I'm sure she had nightmares about me.
One thing is clear as day: having this baby is going to be a cake walk.*
*May not be accurate
Thursday, May 7, 2009
My new most favoritest stupid meme ever of the week
Fail videos just got funnier thanks to Keyboard Cat.
Play him off, Keyboard Cat!
Play her off, Keyboard Cat!
Play her off, Keyboard Cat!
Play him off, Keyboard Cat!
OMG! Glenn Beck + Keyboard cat? MY OWN PERSONAL HEAVEN!
Play him off, Keyboard Cat!
Play him off, Keyboard Cat!
Play her off, Keyboard Cat!
Play her off, Keyboard Cat!
Play him off, Keyboard Cat!
OMG! Glenn Beck + Keyboard cat? MY OWN PERSONAL HEAVEN!
Play him off, Keyboard Cat!
A lull
Where have I been? Busy. My system got effed up, then I effed up one of my pumps, plus I have been working on not one but two manuscripts at the same time. I'm still not getting out of here until I get a certain task completed, though, no matter how much I try to drag my feet on it. Yeesh.
In other news, this weekend is the last weekend of Big XII (I am a stickler for using the Roman numerals) play for Texas. This is major frowny face time. But there is at least a double-header the weekend after that, and maybe I'll treat Ariane and myself to regionals tickets if they're reasonably priced (they will not be, nor will we have time to attend). I am mostly writing this as an excuse to insert a picture of the T candle in which T is now wearing a T mini-helmet. This is like the opposite of dividing by zero.
Plus, this is the strawberry pseudo-cheesecake Ariane baked me for my birthday. Muy delicioso.
In other news, this weekend is the last weekend of Big XII (I am a stickler for using the Roman numerals) play for Texas. This is major frowny face time. But there is at least a double-header the weekend after that, and maybe I'll treat Ariane and myself to regionals tickets if they're reasonably priced (they will not be, nor will we have time to attend). I am mostly writing this as an excuse to insert a picture of the T candle in which T is now wearing a T mini-helmet. This is like the opposite of dividing by zero.
Plus, this is the strawberry pseudo-cheesecake Ariane baked me for my birthday. Muy delicioso.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Will post
I will put a picture of Ariane's belly up tonight. Writing this is my reminder.
Update: Oops.
Update: Oops.
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