I’ve seen enough seasonal decorations to choke a whale. I’ve even subverted that paradigm a bit. Joseph wanted a wreath for the door, so I made a Chanukah wreath – Star of David woven into the center of the thing. My housemate made one with blue and silver miniature balls on which she wrote “Happy Chanukah” in glitter paint. I had been trying my best to ignore it since those things got assembled.
This, however, turned up in response to a search for scarves.
Can I hide until December 26th?
It’s said that no one is more than a few handshakes away from anyone else on the planet. Someone who knows someone who knows someone will get a letter to its intended recipient without benefit of postal address, or so the theory goes.
I have my doubts about it, but I’m tossing this out to the blogsphere anyway. I’ve a good friend I’ve lost track of. His name is Richard Webb, known to most of his world as Eric Truax. He moved away from Indianapolis, hoping to start over, some years ago. Rumor was he’d gone out to the Pacific Northwest, but I don’t know if that’s true. But if anyone knows Eric, tell him his friends still care about him and would like to hear from him, please?
I was reading a contract for a client today when I stumbled across the following gem: “Merchant warrants that all gods mentioned are its sole and exclusive property.”
What are they selling, time shares on Olympus?
My son was watching a show which featured a lioness in an enclosure watching a group of little kids outside of it. On a whim, I asked him what the lioness was thinking. He thought a moment, and then said, in his best “Garfield” voice “Hello, lunch!”