Then fall apart, then start again

[sovay]

Rabbit, rabbit. The weather around here is doing its best impression of the hurricane we didn't get in August.

Last night lesser_celery brought me an early birthday present: a copy of Patricia Russo's Shiny Thing. I've also now got a DVD of The Legend of Hell House (1973), which I should really not watch this afternoon, seeing as how Alison and I are supposed to spend the evening with Spice & Wolf (2008) and Ethiopian food.

I am extremely glad that the tank-driving mayor of Vilnius showed up to the Ig Nobels to claim his Peace Prize.

In eight days, I'll be thirty.

Comments

[sovay]

Ours is doing its best impression of the summer we didn't get in August.

I think you win.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

On the other hand, you're still nine days short of thirty. I'd swap a few days of gorgeous weather for that.

[sovay]

On the other hand, you're still nine days short of thirty.

Yeah, well, if it makes you feel better, it should be eight days. My birthday is the ninth. I was counting inclusively, but that only works for the Roman calendar.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Heh. Yup, so much better now. We're practically coeval. Apart from, y'know, the odd couple of decades or so.

(Did I remember to tell you there's a Taaffe St in Sunnyvale, CA? Dunno if that's weirdly coincidental or common-as-muck all across the US, but you and it are the two instances of that name in my life thus far...)