A humorous Easter prelude

During Good Friday service this evening I was sitting with my five-year-old brother, Elhendur, on my lap. He's a very clever, imaginative, and goofy little boy, and halfway through the service was extremely excited when he noticed that my grandmother and aunt were sitting two pews behind us. He grimaced and grinned in their direction for a while, trying to get their attention, and after a few minutes my aunt evidently noticed him, but my grandmother did not.

"I'm going to keep staring at her," he whispered to me, "until she sees me." Whereupon he fixed this ghastly stare and impossibly wide grin on his face and commenced his leering. This lasted about seven minutes, until his five-year-old patience wore thin and more drastic measures were apparently called for.

He tapped me on the arm. At this point in the service there was a hymn being sung and the priest had gone to bring in the Eucharist from where it was in repose after being taking out of the church in a procession the night before for Holy Thursday. So things were somewhat lulled. Still, I was somewhat distracted because I was listening to the choir--which was remarkably good tonight--and so only paid the cunning little guy half my attention.

"Say this," he was telling me. "Say: hibbly dibbly hobbly doo, I make Booma look at you!" ('I' meaning me, and 'You' meaning himself, and 'Booma' being the name my siblings and I give to my grandmother (long story.).)

Not thinking much of the request (I have really weird siblings, okay?), I did as he asked, in a church-appropriate undertone. He looked intently to where my grandmother was sitting, still oblivious.

After a moment he sagged in disappointment against my front, clearly put-out that nothing of note happened. But ever the optimist he then leaned back, looked up at me thoughtfully, and remarked musingly:

'I think you need a broom.'

And that was when I suddenly was very glad that the choir was singing loud enough to prevent anyone else from noticing that my younger brother had just been encouraging me to attempt witchcraft in the middle of the Good Friday church service.

Little kids. You gotta love them.

. . . Even when they matter-of-factly reveal that they think you are a witch in the middle of Mass.

The Wise Man's Fear

The Wise Man's Fear, Patrick Rothfuss' newest novel and the second part of the fantasy story which he began in The Name of the Wind, was published earlier this month--on my birthday, in fact. I am a fan of his work--though not without its flaws it is much more lyrical and the characters are much more interesting and the story is more original than most contemporary fantasy--but I have yet to read the new book, as I'm trying to decide where the best (aka cheapest!) place to purchase it from would be. Anyway, I am going to have to re-read The Name of the Wind before starting the newest volume anyway because it is a long, dense, complicated novel, though it flies by quickly due to the stellar writing quality.

I recommend giving the book, and by extension the series, a try. If you like high fantasy, first person narratives, engrossing characters, Harry Potter, the Bartimaeus series, or simply the art of writing itself, you will find much to love.

If you have already read the first book and are beginning the second, Rothfuss has put up a humorous 'summary' of the 'key' bits of The Name of the Wind on his blog as an easy refresher. It is not merely a written summary, however; it is basically a comic strip retelling of those key plot points. Awesome. You can check it out here: http://blog.patrickrothfuss.com/2011/02/our-story-thus-far/

As to my own story--it's coming along! New chapter to be posted soon :)

I found this quite funny; source link at bottom right. Oh, Zelda. I should play that game again sometime, I was so close to finishing it when I had to leave it in Hawaii ;_;

For the record, I was the world's worst chicken flier. Couldn't aim the stupid things.

Phoenix Requiem

I advertised the fantastic webcomic "The Dreamer" on this blog in my last post. Now I'm going to recommend yet another, "Phoenix Requiem", which can also be reached using a banner on the sidebar of this blog. The art took a little bit of warming up to, but definitely improved over time, as before long the panels became absolutely gorgeous. Also, it's like a pseudo-Victorian fantasy, so that gives it major like points as well. The beginning's a bit slow, but the intrigue that comes later is well worth it.

Also, the artist/author gave one of her main characters very Tennant-esque hair, and was awesome enough to pay tribute to her inspiration in the following piece:


Gotta love that.

(Picture taken from artsangel's dA gallery, here. It's worth a perusal.)

The Tsunami-That-Wasn't-A-Tsunami

On my list of things to do while in Hawaii:

1. Climb Diamondhead Crater [Check]
2. Spend a day at Waikiki beach [Check]
3. See a waterfall [Check]
4. Experience a tsunami [Check . . . sort of.]

Of course I'm being a bit silly--I don't really want to be in a tsunami. Today was an interesting experience nonetheless. I woke up to the sound of sirens, but was too tired to really understand that they were sirens. After learning from my early-bird grandmother that we were scheduled to have a tsunami today, I was a bit surprised, but not too worried, as I don't live that close to the water, and people had plenty of warning. Grandma and I did walk to the local supermarket, though, to stock up on some food we had needed anyway. There were hardly any cars on the road, but an amazing number of cars crammed into the tiny parking lot of the grocery store.

I've read things about how you really learn a lot about a person when that person is in trouble. I'd like to add a postscript and say you can learn a lot about a person by what they put in their shopping cart when they're bracing for trouble. It was incredible, the kind of things people in that store were shoving and piling in their carts; It looked like every cart had half the store in it. When I was standing in the checkout line it took forever to buy the stuff because the poor cashier had to ring up all the stuff the guy in front of me bought: an enormous bag of charcoal, two cakes, an enormous bag of potato chips, two full trays of green tea, SPAM (of course; we're in Hawaii!), a bag of onions, six giant containers of drinking water, frozen pizzas, I couldn't even count how many cans of soup and vegetables and things . . . It just went on and on. And there were people I saw wandering around with even fuller carts. One man passed me in the cereal aisle carrying three slices of cake. That's all. Tsunami celebration?

All in all, when comparing the contents of my basket (a box of Smart Start cereal, a carton of milk, two packages of club crackers, and ten carrots) to what everyone else was buying, I felt remarkably Spartan, and said as much aloud to no one in particular. My grandmother, hearing me, responded with "Yes, you are pretty." So maybe she didn't really hear me as well as she thought she did. Or maybe she just doesn't know what Spartan means. Anyway, right after saying this, I turn around and see an old Japanese woman shuffle politely into line behind me, pushing her cart slowly into line. And what's in her cart?

One block of tofu, and one small bottle of dishwashing soap.

Now that is Spartan. I am still imagining her living off of that tofu, making some magical dish out of it in her one cooking dish and using the soap to clean her solitary bowl and single pair of chopsticks. Wowza.

Anyway, I carried all the groceries home, ate my breakfast of cereal and milk, and then retreated to my room to study for my Nutrition exam on Wednesday. And then promptly fell dead asleep, despite the warning sirens still sounding at regular intervals outside. And guess what? I slept through the whole "tsunami", which turned out to be, what, little tiny wavelets shyly scurrying on the edge of the beaches and not daring to encroach any further inland?

I'm delighted that this means nobody was hurt and no property was damaged. But I can't help but feel a little let down, too. Today was an anti-climatic day. And now I can say that not only did I experience a "tsunami", I slept through one, too.

And I'm wondering what all those people stocking up on all that food are going to do now that there's no emergency. Maybe they can have big Post-Tsunami parties. That cake looked good.

Benry Knows Best

(Click for larger view)

You really have to go here. Not only are they adorable, tiny, and amazingly expressive cartoons, but they are all about Ben Linus. And they are chuckle-out-loud funny, in either sweet or ironic ways. How brilliant is that, right?

FUN!

I just had to post this, because it made me laugh so hard. And I don't even like Spongebob.

My Tardis . . .

Is officially one-fourth complete!

Or, well, one-fifth, counting the roof.

Actually, make that one-sixth, counting the floor.

But . . . Check it out, one panel down!

I really took this picture when it wasn't quite done--you can see the windows on the right look different from those on the left. But it's all finished now. 

I'm almost ridiculously proud of it, mostly because I'm a truly mediocre knitter at best. This is seriously the most complicated pattern I've ever attempted, which I'm sure all you seasoned knitters will smirk at, but I'm self-taught, still learning as I go, so this is quite an accomplishment for me. I'm hoping that by the time I reach the fourth panel, it'll look much better than this one! :)

Also--Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you all had a fantastic day. I spent mine mostly eating, writing, and sleeping, which means it was a stellar day. Four days off of school in a row feels like a little slice of heaven; it seems incredible that I had a whole summer without school earlier this year. Whatever did I do with it?

What books are you reading now? I haven't really had much time for reading new books this month, what with NANOWRIMO and all that (yes, I'm still frantically writing, and yes, I hope to finish on time nonetheless), but I've been reading through my copy of the complete Sherlock Holmes stories again, partially because of how many people have told me that my Quinn narrator sounds like Watson, and partially because--well, Holmes and Watson are my favorite superheroes! ^_^ I'm trying to read them all in order from cover to cover, something I haven't done in a while, and am currently still finishing up A Study in Scarlet. Yes, I told you I am mostly busy with my writing! Even my reading is suffering, horror of horrors! 

On a sidenote, I found Watson's list of 'Sherlock Holmes--his limits' even funnier on this umpteenth reading. If I were to make a similar list for myself, I suppose it would go something like:

1. Knowledge of Literature.--Extensive, but limited mostly to pre-1950's English Language and Classical, with some Russian. Well-versed in Celtic, Germanic, and Classical mythologies.

2. Knowledge of Philosophy.--Limited to Greek and Chinese, and supplemented by some poor independent musings.

3. Knowledge of Astronomy.--Feeble.

4. Knowledge of Politics.--Variable. Reasonably understanding of political theory, but treats the political reality with something bordering on disdain.

5. Knowledge of Botany.--Nil. 

6. Knowledge of Geology.--Poor.

7. Knowledge of Chemistry.--Very poor. Does know a little about medieval-era poisons.

8. Knowledge of Anatomy.--Limited. Disturbingly seems to focus mostly upon anatomy as relevant to injuries, illness, and other such trauma.

9. Knowledge of Sensational Literature.--Next to nothing.

10. Plays the piano, guitar, recorder, and tin whistle, all poorly.

11. Is an avid dancer, cook, artist, seamstress, and photographer. Takes with her everywhere a green notebook, which she scribbles in almost incessantly. 

12. Talks to herself.

Hm, I wonder if Watson could have guessed that all of this adds up to 'author' any better than he guessed that all of Holmes' attributes added up to 'detective'? Looking at it, it certainly seems a bit batty, heh. I guess we are all of us somewhat peculiar when our personalities are dissected and listed like that. It's somewhat fun, though!

Here, There Be Dragons

Here, There Be Dragons

Please read this. 

Please do. It's utterly inane, poorly written, and sheer illogical lunacy, but read it anyway. I laughed until I cried. I mean, a story about a young Tolkien and Lewis going on an adventure in the realms of fiction with the help of an atlas called Imaginarium Geographica, where such inexplicable happenings like Charles Darnay being Gawain's Green Knight happen . . . just soak the craziness in and have yourself a bewildering but hilarious good hour or so, bookworms. Wow.

It's available as a free pdf. at the above linked location until November 9, apparently, so read it while you can!

3 Cheers for Randomness and Reading!

I finally woke up before nine in the morning today. Isn't that wonderful? And the day just got better from there. A little bit of everything: family, cleaning, playing, books, silliness, writing, rats, film, the great outdoors . . .

My writer's block is finally clearing. I am writing again! So look for a new installment of 'The Sons of Cwendor' to be posted here sometime this weekend! The issue that's been bugging me is getting ironed out, so it's moving fairly smoothly now. Not the swift, dreamlike smoothly that I like best, but a steady sort that does what I want, instead of doing things of its own that I have to catch up to later. The writing kept me locked in my room for two hours after I woke up, so some people (namely, my brother oldest brother) refused to believe I wasn't asleep all that time. But I was awake, and now it's in print, which makes it true, right? 

After a late breakfast of toast--it's still strange to me how much I am craving toast after being in Hawaii, as I never really craved it before--and sliced apple which I ended up feeding most of to my cute little toddling siblings (who have an uncanny sixth sense when it comes to sensing that I have food to share), I determined to take all the sibs outside to a square of grass behind our house. Living in suburbia limits one's contact with trees and green things outdoors, but fortunately we live in a pretty quiet neighborhood, and the grass behind our house, though not extremely large, is large enough for a few tall trees and gentle hills, which we roll down. Yep, I still roll down grassy hills.

So we trooped out there and began a game of Peter Pan, as my youngest brother is currently obsessed with Pan. I was Captain Hook, since I had the long hair and was wearing a huge coat, and my second brother kindly found me a curled leaf to use as a hook. There were a few difficulties due to Elhendur preferring to use is Pan powers to fly instead of save Wendy, but fortunately (for my Sister No.2, I guess, not for me) he decided at the last moment to swoop in and save her from walking the plank (ie. jumping off the stone bench at one end of the grass), and then Brother No. 2 showed up as the crocodile and I was soundly trounced. In the excitement, everyone forgot about poor Tiger-Lily sitting on a hilltop as the fictional water came in, and I suppose she drowned, so my Hook had at least a little triumph. Sister No. 1 was a little put out, though.

Anyway, eventually Brother No. 1 and I tired of being restricted to only Peter Pan's universe, so we suddenly whirled around, yelled out that we were Ols from 'Deltora Quest', and swiftly dispatched Wendy, Tiger-Lily, and the Ticking Crocodile. Little Elhendur kept his wits about him, however, and decided that if we had entered the realm of Deltora, he was Lief and keeper of the Nectar of Life, with which he swiftly restored our fallen foes. These, upon springing up from the grass, bellowed that they were Jasmine, Barda, and, um, Wendy again, and charged us, taking us by surprise and felling us. But Elhendur was impartial, and so revived Brother No. 1 and I both, and I decided I had come back as Bigwig from 'Watership Down', and Brother No. 1 was Speedwell. This worked out fine, and I had an amusing time hopping on the grass, until Barda killed me for no reason whatsoever. Whereupon I came back as Feanor and after a brief stick-duel defeated Barda/Brother No. 2. 

And so on. The game became what my brothers later called 'A Literary Mario Bros. Smash Bros.', with each person strategically changing upon death into a character more likely to defeat the other characters, and Elhendur, who created an ingenious cup from bark with a twig for a straw, went about reviving fallen characters who would then regenerate. Brilliant fun and utterly mad. During the course of the game I transformed into Madame Defarge, Robin Hood, Eilonwy, Anne of Green Gables, Frodo, Nathaniel, Bartimaeus, Sherlock Holmes, Watson, Marley's Ghost, Ged, Fflewddur Flam, Radagast the Brown, Farmer Giles of Ham, Farmer Maggot, Amalthea, Achilles, and Cluny the Scourge, among others I have now forgotten. It was great fun impersonating these characters, almost as fun as watching my siblings impersonating theirs.

The best part probably--for me, anyway--was when we ended up engaging in an Encyclopedia Brown vs. Sherlock Holmes fistfight. As Brother No. 1 said happily: 'Now this is something that I've always wanted to see!' Sorry, Brown fans, Holmes won.

When we had all tired ourselves out, we assigned each person a character of the Fellowship of the Ring (yours truly was Aragorn, of course . . .), linked hands according to the order of march in Moria, and trooped off back home while singing 'The Fellowship' theme from the film. There was a bit of trouble when I addressed my mother at our door as 'O Lady Galadriel, we seek refuge in Lothlorien,' because she thought at first I said 'Old Lady Galadriel', but apart from that the whole thing went remarkably well for being so random and mad.

Later in the afternoon I was left at home with the youngest three kids and Brother No. 2, so I put on 'Ratatouille' and we watched that together for the first time in a long time. Elhendur fell asleep, but he had been getting cranky, so just as well. I then led the other kids in a cleaning effort and thereby cleaned the kitchen and dining room, which was fun when all the little ones were pitching in. Now all I have to do is muster what vestiges of my energy are left and go practice my dance, and my day will be complete. Oh, and I'll probably stay up a little late writing. Then it will all have come full circle.

How good it is to be alive, book-crazy, and the eldest of seven children!

Pic

A Bedtime Story

Ah, love them. Too funny. And since I am just now heading off to bed myself, I figured it was a fitting time to share this video. Sweet dreams, everyone!

(What's sad is that, judging by the state of America today, I fully expect this to become a reality within a couple of generations . . .)

Redgauntlet is a lovely book, by the way ;D

Sonnet 130 As You'll Never Hear It Again

I think this might only work--really work--if you 

1) Watch Doctor Who

2) Understand British/Scottish accents

3) Like British humor

But hey. Even if you don't fulfill all the above criteria, give it a go. Doctor Who outside of his Doctor Who universe, a cute Scottish accent, Catherine Tate, and Shakespeare, all in the same six minutes. What more can you ask for in a comedy sketch, really?

PS-I actually posted two videos in a row instead of posting about going to watch Star Trek yesterday, what's up with that?? I guess it's the Final Exams, I got no time to actually type anything. Maybe next week!

*Cough Cough*

So . . . I woke up this morning after a scant thirty minutes of sleep to the horrible realization that I have a cold. This just isn't fair. I suppose staying up all night studying so battered and abused my antibodies that they abandoned their posts, allowing the evil germs to win their way past the walls. Rally to me, little microbe soldiers, and drive the illness away! I do not want to be sick when I get on the plane to go home, especially with this Swine Flu panic that's going around.

I'm trying to find the bright side of getting sick right at this moment, which is a hard task, but marginally more entertaining than feeling sorry for myself. And by 'bright side' I mean other than the imagining-a-full-blown-epic-war-being-fought-for-my-health part. Though I have to admit that is entertaining. It always has been, ever since I caught the stomach flu when I was seven and spent a few days cheering myself up by naming my white blood cells and imagining their heroic knightly deeds as they desperately fought the nefarious black-magic wielding germs to make me well again. Heh heh. Of course this isn't a sign that I have ego problems!

However, it's nice to find pluses on reality's turf as well. So, I've been thinking, trying to find any.

Well, when I have a cold, I can use said cold as an excuse to eat soup and drink hot tea and read The Lord of the Rings. Sounds good. The only issue with this plan is that I currently  have final exams threatening me from the shadowy precipice of Next Week, where they skulk in preparation for an evil ambush. So, unfortunately, long Tolkien novels are *sniffle*, with a huge effort of will, to be put aside for the moment. If I'm going to be sitting around with tea and soup, the only books I can read for the next week are school books. And I can't have my tea and soup in bed, because air mattresses are too unstable for spillable foods. And the weather just took a turn for the better recently, so the apartment where I live is currently far too stifling and baking to make tea and soup a comfortable meal.

All right, so there are problems here. One should know what one is up against before formulating a plan. In order to find the plus side, I must find out what is in my way between getting some enjoyment from my cold and sniffles.

1) Final exams

2) The weather

3) The imminent plane flight

4) Homework

. . . .

. . . . Oh well. Who says reality is necessary to cheer oneself up? I'm going to retreat into my fantasy world now and watch my white knights whup the evil black-mailed germ army. 

Literary Quote #I'll-Figure-Out-Later: Master and Commander

'The remora was so strong it had certainly torn the sheathing off, they explained to him; but that was nothing--it was so strong it could hold the sloop motionless, or almost motionless, in a brisk gale! But now they had him--there was an end to his capers now, the dog--and now the Sophie would run along like a swan. For a moment Stephen felt inclined to argue, to appeal to their common sense, to point to the nine-inch fish, to the exiguity of its fins; but he was too wise, and too happy, to yield to this temptation, and he jealously carried the bucket down to his cabin, to commune with the remora in peace.'

-Patrick O'Brian, Master and Commander

I daresay this is my favorite part in the whole book. Apart from the part where Stephen randomly falls overboard in the middle of a conversation. Or where Aubrey randomly whacks his head on the doorframe. Or where Stephen complains to no avail about a crewman sneaking all the liquor out of his asp jar. But, um, it's a good /serious/ book too, not just full of silliness to appeal to my peculiar sense of humor. I'm hunting down the next book in the series now, Post Captain, and I think it's in the state library, so maybe I'll nab it during my 3 DAY WEEKEND!

*insert happy dance of glee here*

But anyway, Patrick O'Brian. Yes. A peculiar style of writing, has Patrick O'Brian, but it's also quite good. Once you get used to it. And yeah, Nikolai, this is the book that begins the series that the movie is loosely based upon. Funness.

Happy Friday, everyone! I don't care if it is the 13th, Fridays are never unlucky. Huzzah for 3 DAY WEEKENDS!

*repeat of above happy dance of glee*

. . . Ai, I have a headache. Or as Gawaine would say, "My head sore aches!" (Yes, that is a Once and Future King quote for those of you who are interested.) I've been up very late at nights doing homework all week, and now I'm finally finished for tomorrow, but I have to wake at 6 after only 5 hours of sleep last night, and it looks like I'll be having 5 again tonight . . . and tomorrow is my dance practice. I'll be a wreck.

Oh well. That's life. College life, anyway.

Help, I'm Stuck!!

Yet another video, which is code for Jhaniel-is-being-too-lazy-to-actually-write-anything.

Well actually, that's only half true. I'm writing a lot at the moment. Just not on the blog. More in the creative writing field. But that will go on the blog, eventually. So it all balances out in the end.

Anyway, what's wrong with videos, right? 

So here's one of my favorite comedy pieces ever. Have you ever heard of Knox's Korner? It's very simplistic claymation, by a guy with a very sarcastic, stupid, and morbid/violent sense of humor. Which might not sound awesome but somehow it is. I first found this video in 2004, and it's been something I keep coming back to ever since . . . I still sing the pen song when I'm walking down the street. In fact, I frequently quote a lot of this particular video . . . He's got some other good vids too--pretty much all of them involving violent clayman deaths. But he also gave me my second favorite joke in the world in one of his videos. These videos only work, I think, if you like random things and things that just don't make sense.

Either you will love this, or you will hate it, or you will not understand it. Heh heh. Enjoy if you can.

Battery Bill's!

Hawaii's best television commercial. Seriously.

A Million Mrs. Pendragon-Wannabes?

"Now the Howl books are being sought for all over the world, so that’s nice. And the procession of people, which was enormous already, has increased—doubled and tripled—of all the people who want to marry Howl. Now it seems to me that Howl would be one of the most dreadful husbands one could possibly imagine. But there are these thousands of girls who write and say “Is Howl real? I want to marry him.” All around the world. About the only place where they don’t seem to be wanting to marry him is India, I think. But everywhere else—Thailand, Taiwan, New Zealand, Spain, massive amounts from England and huge amounts from America too. It’s extraordinary."

-Diana Wynne Jones

Ha ha, this made me laugh so much. That's awesome. Sophie must be a very lucky girl, no? Or do you agree with all those young women in India? *dies laughing*

This quote's taken from quite a good interview with DWJ, regarding one of her newer--if not her newest--books. I especially enjoyed where she says that she is against plot-writing and prefers to work from images that appear in her head. I am entirely in agreement with that! Finally, an author who endorses my style!

One of My Dreams Come True

I've often thought about how brilliant it would be if I could get some friends together and we could all do a spontaneous musical . . . Sadly, my friends don't think much of the idea. But these people have done it, so now I can enjoy the idea anyways!

Even better, I think I've been to this mall . . . *sigh* Why wasn't I there when this happened? I woulda joined in!

(ImprovEverywhere, btw, in case you don't know the group, they're pretty funny . . .)

A Video, and Plenty of Randomness

"Have you ever realized just how many creatures in this world have wings? And I don't. It doesn't seem fair."

The above is a bit of dialogue I wrote yesterday while on a writing rampage, then decided didn't really fit with any of the stories I'm working on, and so got the ax. But I still thought it was slightly amusing, so why not post it here, right? It's better when you imagine a slightly insane person saying it while swatting flies . . .

Yesterday I bought 'Gone With the Wind'--the novel, you silly people, not the film--and so perhaps I'll actually be able to finish it now! There was a sale at Barnes & Noble: Buy 2 B&N Classics and get the third free. Well, I needed some classics for school, so I picked up 'Jane Eyre' and 'The Odyssey', no problem. But then I needed a third book. Which had me perplexed for a long while because all the books they had: 'The Brothers Karamazov', 'A Tale of Two Citites', 'The Aeneid', 'Madame Bovary', 'The Count of Monte Cristo', 'Origin of Species', 'Les Miserables'-- I'd already read and purchased, or didn't want to read. It took forever to find a book I wanted . . . but I finally found 'Peter Pan' hiding in the corner of a fantasy bookshelf, and so bought that.

It was all with gift cards, Laura. And your letter's in the mail, by the way.

Only one more day of school (not counting today, of course) until the weekend arrives! Huzzah for weekends. I hope to sleep in--probably won't, but I can try my very hardest--and read and write a lot. And knit. Boy is knitting ever addictive; I was listening to music and knitting and typing a story and Skyping last night all at once, and if that isn't multitasking, I don't know what is. My fingers started getting pretty confused.

And now--back to homework! But first here's a video to cheer myself up from the fact that I have to go back to homework. I mean, it's sad . . . but one of my favorite films paired with one of my favorite songs . . . Though the songs by America are amazing, I keep intending to post them and then forgetting . . .

(I do apologize. I should never have posted anything today. Today is a Thursday. Thursdays are RANDOM days for me . . . Almost the end of the week but not quite. It's like a limbo day. My mind starts going o.O)

Would You Like A Jelly Baby?

For Laura, who has never eaten a jelly baby. Yes, m'dear, you are missing out ;)