Monday, February 18, 2008

Happy Birthday, TMSJW

Yup, the Truly Golden Birthday: Eighteenth of February, eighteenth birthday, *and* he turned eighteen! (That's how Justinian S. put it on his golden on the sixth.)

For his birthday, i got an AWESOME ORANGE PURSE!! (Thank you Pasto' and family!) Pictures will probably follow, soon as camera is found.

Ah, went cross-country skiing on Saturday and loved it. Still sore, but had a blast. Downhill was going to be tomorrow, but will be too cold and must be postponed a week or so.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Return of Bab

So remember this about Saint Bab that looked like Saint Bob? Well here i have: The Bab Ballads! (dun dun DUN) (by W. S. Gilbert)

Are the two things related? I'll leave you to figure it out… i'm too lazy. However, i will include the contents (I counted a Babette and a Bob):

Captain Reece
The Rival Curates
Only A Dancing Girl
General John
To A Little Maid—By A Policeman
John And Freddy
Sir Guy The Crusader
Haunted
The Bishop And The `Busman
The Troubadour
Ferdinando And Elvira; Or, The Gentle Pieman
Lorenzo De Lardy
Disillusioned—By An Ex-Enthusiast
Babette’s Love
To My Bride—(Whoever She May Be)
The Folly Of Brown—By A General Agent
Sir Macklin
The Yarn Of The “Nancy Bell”
The Bishop Of Rum-Ti-Foo
The Precocious Baby. A Very True Tale
To Phoebe
Baines Carew, Gentleman
Thomas Winterbottom Hance
The Reverend Micah Sowls
A Discontented Sugar Broker
The Pantomime “Super” To His Mask
The Force Of Argument
The Ghost, The Gallant, The Gael, And The Goblin
The Phantom Curate. A Fable
The Sensation Captain
Tempora Mutantur
At A Pantomime. By A Bilious One
King Borria Bungalee Boo
The Periwinkle Girl
Thomson Green And Harriet Hale
Bob Polter
The Story Of Prince Agib
Ellen McJones Aberdeen
Peter The Wag
Ben Allah Achmet;—Or, The Fatal Tum
The Three Kings Of Chickeraboo
Joe Golightly—Or, The First Lord’s Daughter
To The Terrestrial Globe. By A Miserable Wretch
Gentle Alice Brown

Sunday, February 10, 2008

quot

I waited my whole life for Mr. Right. Then you came along, and you weren't anything like I'd imagined… you were cynical… and cranky…

~Jane, 27 Dresses, probably paraphrased

Monday, February 04, 2008

Remembering our baptisms

(playing with a toy xylophone)
Brigitta (3): This is my favorite color and this is Daddy's favorite color and this is… is… what is your favorite color?
Me: It's orange, like Julianna's.
Brigitta: Yeah! And what's… Mrs. R's favorite color?
Me: I think it's blue.
Brigitta: That's Daddy's too! And what's… what's…
(she's looking around, and spots a picture on the wall, one of Jesus and the little children)
Brigitta: Hey! Jesus died on the cross!

Cute though that is, i don't think that's the way we're supposed to remember our Baptisms, just once in a while exclaiming over it.

Hey! I'm baptized!

No, that's definitely not it.

It's probably not like Dumbledore's Howler ("Remember my last, Petunia,"), something like Jiminy Cricket to remind us when we're about to do bad things. Oh yeah, i'm baptized. That means i shouldn't booby-trap my brother's door, even if he did paint my guinea pig green.

Or maybe that's how it's supposed to work, but doesn't because we're poor miserable sinners and we need to actively remember all the time, and we just can't do that.

Perhaps it's like the Series of Unfortunate Events' (yes i know, Anan, you don't have to read them) "Remember you will die," to put everything in perspective. Is this another "in the world but not of it" thing? Non-Christians can't remember their baptisms because they don't have any.

Hmph. I'm getting nowhere.

So this is to influence every decision we make, every word we say, every move we make? That's good with me.

Woohoo!

Fourth post today!

fog

can't see ahead
going one step at a time
taking everything at face value
never planning ahead
figures appearing suddenly
ad libbing forever

fog is so philosophical

pouting

It's not fair! Nat has a computer with TWO monitors, and he got an old laptop to use for NaNoWriMo, and Anan has a puter, and Nick says he has an oold laptop, and i have nothing…

… and Anna has money and shiny hair and pearls and pretty jewelry and seemingly everything…

… and it really really hurts to hear Nathaniel and Anna laughing together in another room while i write out Biology vocabulary.