I never get to sleep in and when I do it is usually to 7:55 or some farce upon the concept of sleeping in. I am a huge booster for "sleeping in" and its saucey relative "the nap" yet I am not as avid a practitioner of the first, though I enforce an iron rule over the second. That all being said, I have to hit 401 to 416 to 417 to Fat City. What shall I do there? What people will I meet? Will I be embraced by my new rural overlords or have they dispersed to the cottages of the nation?
Funny, I seem to have just offered to trade someone cheese for a baseball hat by email. I think this whole internet thing is working out.
Comments
Flea - May 20, 2006 3:09 PM
This post deserves a comment. There you go then.
Flea - May 20, 2006 3:21 PM
Jeff has found a website that lets people translate their names into Cyrillic. Should come in handy for anyone running a Vozhd campaign, for example.
Gordo - May 20, 2006 8:22 PM
Ahhh, naps ... She Who Must Be Obeyed permitted me a 3-hour one this afternoon. I must have been really cranky. :-)D
Alan - May 21, 2006 11:50 AM
So quiet it is. Ottawa is full of rain. Hey, it's a haiku!
Arthur - May 21, 2006 12:05 PM
So quiet it is. Ottawa is full of rain. Hey, it's a haiku!
<p style="border:1px solid silver;text-align:center">
The sun is still out<br />
East of Nova Scotia<br />
We need more rain, though<br />
</p>
Flea - May 21, 2006 5:45 PM
Rainy Toronto
is still the cool place to be.
Even the Annex.
gr - May 21, 2006 7:28 PM
Actresses on Flea.
Baseball, beer and hockey on
Gen x at forty.
David Janes - May 21, 2006 8:22 PM
<i>
7 in late May<br/>
Memories of 92<br/>
My grass is still gr8
</i>