Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Ready Or Not: This morning, I hugged my girl and said "Happy Birthday Gigi! You're three years old today!"

She smiled and asked, "Whyyyy?"

Oh yeah. She's three all right.
What am I supposed to do now, with no baseball to watch?

Oh yeah. Blog. Read books. Visit friends on-line. Talk to spouse about contents of lunch bags and diapers. I have a cat somewhere around here too.

And gloat gloat gloat gloat GLOATY GLOATY GLOAT about the Red Sox. Whoo hoo!

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Since I spent yesterday in town I didn't get to post: "Happy Thanksgiving, eh!"

I was joking with my co-worker from Vancouver that it should just be called Copycat Day.
For those who have not been tracking my Twittering, I repeat: Some jerk stole my motorbike. Bike, helmet, rain gear and cargo box all gone gone gone. I am furious.

I can hear my mother whooping with joy across four time zones. Don't rub it in.

Insurance says they'll probably take about three weeks to cough up.
Here's what I love about the travelers' support biz: the constant exposure to the extraordinary capacity of your fellow human beings to astound and delight with STOOOOOPID questions. Today's feature: "I need more pages in my [nationality] passport. Do I actually have to send them the passport for the Embassy to put extra pages in it?"

Um, yeah. Seriously, in post-9/11, encoded-with-your-freakin'-DNA, GPS-linked passport controls, they'll just send you a little insert you can staple in at home.

Actually, Scotty will just beam the new pages in while you sleep.

If that doesn't work, just nick some copier paper out of the machine at work, and use some rubber cement to glue that to the outside cover. Just don't inhale too many of the fumes.