Solonor's Inkwell

I’m excited, because tonight will be the first time I have sung with a full orchestra. They got fiddles and everything!

I know a lot of you are either atheists or anti-church, but if you want to hear some nice musak, the Mrs and I are singing at the Forest Lake Seventh-day Adventist Church on Saturday in a community Thanksgiving service of music. They stream three services live on the Internet at 8:30, 9:50 and 11am. Plus, you can go back at look at them in archive (and fast-forward to the parts you want…heh heh).

After resting from that, we’re taking Pepperkat and her friend to supper and the new Harry Potter movie. Then, it’s chocolate fondue at The Melting Pot. Yum!

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Sorry for the lifted text, but you said it best.

[ via Kat ]

Hey, has this ever happened to you? Like right after you pick on people and harrass them about getting old and achy and . . . um . . . old, you find yourself one second standing in the shower and the next splayed out on the bath tub floor like the victim of a shotgun blast in a mob hit–with one leg draped over the side, one twisted in an unnatural position toward the drain, and your (ow) frickin’ hand jammed into the soap dish where you tried to catch yourself?

Me neither…

I am officially resigning from both the “Union of Dippy Astro Geeks” and the “I Can Take It, I’m From Maine Club,” since my first thought at 4:15am was: “Who the hell set the alarm that early?”

My second thought was: “I should go watch the Leonids.” Hey, I used to get up every morning for months at a time and try to start a car, in the dark, in the snow, at 20-below-zero. How bad could this be?

My third thought was drowned out by snoring.

Wimp.