Noah is so big! But that helmet is even bigger.
Zed Astaire is hilarious. I think I need to get some serious cat furniture to have anything that will interest my stupid cat more than the sofa does. Stupid cat.
Good luck, meara!
I went out, too! It was reasonably fun.
Noah is the littlest on his team BY FAR. This is a theme in his life. The girls on his team tower over him, as does J, the 6 year old.
That helmet KILLS me.
Noah in his helmet is ridiculously cute.
Zed Astaire is hilarious! He is a happy, happy cat.
Timelies all!
Boskone has been fun so far. Am posting from the filk room.
Noah is adorbs in that helmet!
So we went to the pool and then came home and made chilaquiles for dinner. And then DH went and got fancy ice cream for dessert and brought it home. Sooo tired now.
I'm slightly compelled (it's a complex sensation) by this Obos kickstarter. I think they're cool, but I don't have anywhere to put one without making my office desk into a forest of the weird. My apartment certainly doesn't need any more of that stuff.
I'm watching that episode of Spooks with the uranium, and it was a stressball.
After last nights stressy stress Supernatural, I'm questioning my life and my choices.
My sister fed me back gossip from the funeral. All sorts of inappropriate goings on in the family, some of it illegal, some of it multi-generational spouse stealing. Which might explain a couple issues.
The cousin that I hate read from her latest novel at her mother's funeral. It was not looked upon as appropriate.
I skated, worked, puppy wrangled in the yard while gardening, and then went out to dinner (Panda Express-I live a glamorous life) and saw "Thin Ice". not a great movie, but Billy Crudup was fantastic AS ALWAYS. I am now in bed with my iPad and just ate a piece of chocolate and feel ultra decadent.
Wow, our family funerals are never that interesting.
I don't really know what to make of the Obos thing. Except that it's really hard to play double reed instruments, which I know is completely unrelated, but there you are.
When a friend died after a long battle with AIDS, his former writing partner performed some sort of interpretive dance with a LIFESIZE bird puppet at his service. since she had done nothing and barely saw him during his illness because it "stressed her out" some of us were quite outraged.