I'm completely obsessed/involved/submerged in making a wedding scrapbook for my cuz RT and his lovely new bride Miss Cinday War and I'm having such a good time it should be illegal. Tomorrow is a break, though, for the first meeting of the Book Arts Group at the Houston Museum of Printing History. (One of my all-time favorite places in town, and soooo conveniently located!)
Completely unrelated, there is some kind of boat thing in the air. I'm reading a book about boats (see below) and tonight all the shows on the Discovery and History Channels have been about boats (Discovery) or wood (History--and thus inescapably (if indirectly) about boats (at some point)), including a story about a modern version of a 5-masted barque which seems about as far off from the experience I'm reading about as you could possibly imagine.... Wow. How was that for use of parentheses? (Programmers are quite comfy with (nested (especially)) parentheses, ya know.)
Oh, and Mr. Jurevicius, last week better not have been a fluke or I will be really ticked off, seeing as how I lost because I sat you on the bench and you decided to catch eight receptions for one hundred thirty-seven yards and two, count-'em two, touchdowns. (That would be just over twenty-nine points in the Texas Deathmatch IV league, JJ, in case you weren't counting.) Next time you're gonna break out like that for pete's sake let your ever-lovin' blue-eyed1 managers know!!
1Random Pogo reference. Don't know where that came from. Waiter! More wine!
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(Dad, don't buy it, I'll send it home with you at Xmas. Although a dime (currently the "best price" in the Amazon hickey) seems like a pretty good deal for a real-live book....)