What’s NõKA worth? The short answer seems to be, “A lot less than you paid for it.” I love chocolate, and I so love a good old-fashioned Internet pile-on. [Via Metafilter]
P.S. Dad, you’d probably enjoy reading this.
Archives for 2007
I am doomed. Marcus is reading Ender’s Game.
Always keep the baby pointed in a safe direction. Never point a baby at something you do not intend to destroy.
Know how to play with the baby safely. Remember, most accidents happen when a baby is being handled incorrectly.
Wear eye and ear protection as appropriate.
Never use alcohol or over-the-counter, prescription, or other drugs before or while handling a baby.
Store babies so they are not accessible to unauthorized persons.
Me, being sarcastic: “Mmm, exposed ductwork.”
Matthew, being sarcastic: “It’s industrial.”
HGTV victim/collaborator: “We’ve been having this, y’know, industrial look to the loft…”
Marcus, regarding his fried SPAM sandwich: “Mom, this is delicious! It’s like it was in a marinade!”
Me: “Oh, God.”
Marcus, while reading off movie titles while we were all in the throes of the flu: “The Fear of All Sums.”
Matthew: “Noooo, not 2+2!”
I have cleaned far, far too much in the past two weeks, and I’m just getting started.
Depression sucks. Cleaning helps.
I now have a desk of my very own, with drawers of my very own, at which I can sit and do my very own work. Not that I’ve gotten to use it much, as I’m still cleaning everything else.
But at least I no longer have a system of piles for storage in my bedroom.
My sphere of cleanliness increases daily!
Why is it that the last two library books are never where they are supposed to be?
In a near-empty shop, at a counter at which the barrista and her pal are chatting it up over the counter…
“Can I help you?”
“Which one is the coffee like a milkshake?”
“The frappuchino! What flavor would you like?”
“Coffee.”
“And what size?”
“Large.”
WANT