Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Poor John Harmon.

He needs to formulate a Cunning Plan.

Monday, January 21, 2008

From the Department of Massive Understatement

"The Blitz makes me nervous."

--Emma (she's not the only roommate I have who makes blogworthy comments-- she's just dominated that catagory recently.)

Saturday, January 19, 2008

You know what would make election week more fun?

If, after all the results were in, everyone got invited to Washington to a feast, in which we acclaimed the president-elect as our lawful chief, and were fed on roast venison and frothy tankards of mead. That'd be pretty sweet.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Emma's interpretation of

what's going through Eugene Wrayburn's head when he first sees Lizzie Hexam:

"Hey! You're cute, and surprisingly clean for your station in life."

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Thursday, January 03, 2008

So I came home, and

Emma had some troubling news for me.

Apparently Lord Peter Wimsey has figured out how to get himself up on top of our fridge.

I guess it makes a little more sense if you know he's a cat.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

A little bit shameful

I've joined Facebook. Not very hortus conclusus, is it, this blogosphere?