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  1. @BZedan That is what I was wondering too.
  2. @BZedan Interesting, thanks. A disappointment about the tulle shirt.
  3. Yo, Solstice!: My hockey players bled on the snow/ice to make the sun come up. A round of applause, please.
  4. Is it possible for boiled wool to not be itchy? My skin wants to know.
  5. Oh, the restorative power of J.S. Bach. (Douglas Adams was not wrong about the perfection of the Brandenburg concerto. Listen to that man.)
  6. @nfagerlund The back of my mind knows that you aren't all that much younger than me, but still . . . I feel old.
  7. Grim, dark thoughts for a grim, dark night.
  8. @nfagerlund You have no idea how old that statement makes me feel.
  9. Well now. Waters of Mars wasn't creepy as hell or anything. Remind me, when did DW stop using science and start using horror as plot?
  10. DOOM: Well, that's done it. I'm only five cards in and I'm already addressing things to the United Kingdoom. Insane seven-line addresses.
  11. SNOW—it's what's happening! Now I must overcome my urge to frolic and content myself with mindless indoor squeeing.
  12. (However, I apologize preemptively to my aunt & uncle, who will be getting trace amounts of glitter in their washcloths.)
  13. Having learned my lesson in years past, there is no glitter in the bed this time.
  14. Arts 'N Crafts: I am inappropriately excited to paint glitter on pinecones and acorns tomorrow. Somewhere I have a merit badge for that.
  15. Rodarte for Target? Zomg! For that I might even brave the insanity of the shopping plaza. (Tulle! Ridiculous things made out of tulle!)
  16. @dcorsetto I have spent all day humming the themes to both Dallas and the A-Team, slightly off key if that makes you feel better.
  17. The radio makes mention of The Hockey Gods. Now I must envision them somehow . . . hm! Sacrifices of teeth, to be sure.
  18. Er, Yay?: Reaching the point where I feel incredibly hateful towards my holiday card illo. Which means it must almost be done.
  19. *"Naps" have a way of not being naps but my body insisting that I be comatose for six hours or more. Do not relinquish consciousness, ever!
  20. Experience tells me that trying to squeeze in a nap* between bouts of photoshopping will only make me feel more awful. It's tempting though.