AngelA’s carving our pumpkin. Hey, I drew the thing, my work is done.
I’m shopping for a goodbye card for someone in our group. Pickings were slim, but I managed to find something that would keep everyone happy. In that section of the card shop (muzak was mercifully silent, incidentally) was a card that said “Congratulations on joining the service” and there was a big wavy American Flag on the front. For those of you just visiting, I live in Canada. Someone else saw the same card in another shop. If Canada outsources its military to the USA in the next few months, don’t say you weren’t warned.
I got my books from Amazon.ca today. They packed the box with bubble bags instead of paper or bubble wrap. Fist-sized bags of air. Weird things. The books are much larger than I thought they were. Now I have to figure out how I’m going to get through them in a reasonable amount of time without easy access to computer equipment that can actually run the applications they describe.
Ok, the masterpiece is ready. I’ve been feasting on its brains for the past half hour, and damn, there’s something about burnt stuff served with salt.