and this mug of tea is delicious

the snow is back again. i'm inside and warm, i don't have to be anywhere tonight and it should melt off by tomorrow anyway.

C and i are the same age again, as we are for 46 weeks of every year.

the past few weeks have been pretty lovely for me, and i found myself resistant to writing about it, lest it crumble about my ears. this has been a season of unwelcome change for too many others.

thanks to their family rescheduling, we got to join markbourne and e_bourne at the Symphony. it was lovely. the seats were very close to the stage, so we could see all the faces, the pattern of the grain on the cellos, which men like to wear fancy socks. one of the bassists looks like he could be matt_ruff's little brother, the concertmistress wears clear plastic heels, and Ode to Joy live is pretty freaking awesome.

so, stuff i should have mentioned:
Ballard now has a stupidly named take-n-bake pizza place. i do not wish to reward cutesyness, but damn, we've tried the pizza and a couple appetizers now, and it is delicious if you like thin crispy crust. the service is excellent. they are also on Capitol Hill and in South Lake Union. sigh. it's called 'zaw.

C's beard trimmer died. as part of doing research on potential new trimmer of great happiness, i came across beards.org and Beard Board. there is a charming world of men helping other men grow and care for their beards. and it seems to be comradely and not cruise-y.

Sing-a-long Sound of Music. honestly, the attempted props were lame, and the costume contest went on too long. but seeing that film on a big screen with the lyrics provided, along with a couple thousand other musical theatre nerds (and the lovely scarlettina) was priceless. i discovered it only that afternoon, or i would have organized a group. next time for sure.

we have noisy Doctor Who mugs because our friends are awesome. (hopefully this next guy won't suck. i was hoping for Chiwetel Ejiofor, or at least Paterson Joseph. oh well. at least we're getting rid of RTD.)



i was streaming Outsourced as pleasant background noise. i kept catching C really watching it. because, as he says, it's sweet.

and this mug of tea is delicious

the snow is back again. i'm inside and warm, i don't have to be anywhere tonight and it should melt off by tomorrow anyway.

C and i are the same age again, as we are for 46 weeks of every year.

the past few weeks have been pretty lovely for me, and i found myself resistant to writing about it, lest it crumble about my ears. this has been a season of unwelcome change for too many others.

thanks to their family rescheduling, we got to join markbourne and e_bourne at the Symphony. it was lovely. the seats were very close to the stage, so we could see all the faces, the pattern of the grain on the cellos, which men like to wear fancy socks. one of the bassists looks like he could be matt_ruff's little brother, the concertmistress wears clear plastic heels, and Ode to Joy live is pretty freaking awesome.

so, stuff i should have mentioned:
Ballard now has a stupidly named take-n-bake pizza place. i do not wish to reward cutesyness, but damn, we've tried the pizza and a couple appetizers now, and it is delicious if you like thin crispy crust. the service is excellent. they are also on Capitol Hill and in South Lake Union. sigh. it's called 'zaw.

C's beard trimmer died. as part of doing research on potential new trimmer of great happiness, i came across beards.org and Beard Board. there is a charming world of men helping other men grow and care for their beards. and it seems to be comradely and not cruise-y.

Sing-a-long Sound of Music. honestly, the attempted props were lame, and the costume contest went on too long. but seeing that film on a big screen with the lyrics provided, along with a couple thousand other musical theatre nerds (and the lovely scarlettina) was priceless. i discovered it only that afternoon, or i would have organized a group. next time for sure.

we have noisy Doctor Who mugs because our friends are awesome. (hopefully this next guy won't suck. i was hoping for Chiwetel Ejiofor, or at least Paterson Joseph. oh well. at least we're getting rid of RTD.)



i was streaming Outsourced as pleasant background noise. i kept catching C really watching it. because, as he says, it's sweet.