... than the texture of a new buzz cut. John is the only person I know who gets his hair cut that short, so he's the only one I harass about these things.
OH, while I'm here, two things. First, there is only one day left until the score on my Threadless design finishes. So give it a score if you feel inclined to.
Before I make an utter ass of myself, is this a thing? Like, a Mardi Gras thing? Making yellow and purple doughnut cakes filled with strings of beads and plastic babies? I do not know much about mardi gras, so maybe I am ill informed. It is also possible that the grocery store was given an order for a dozen cakes for mardi gras-themed baby showers. Or baby shower-themed mardi gras parties? I don't pretend to know about these things.
I'm sorry Yuko! I was distracted!
Anyway, yeah, Yuko did get me some wool socks for Christmas, but this particular pair of poinsettia socks is the warmest, softest pair of socks in the apartment. They are socks fit for a king, but really a girl-king because they are kind of girly. You see what I'm doing here? I'm breaking down gender-barriers. Also getting emasculated for your amusement.
Awh c'mon Ananth. You have one job around here, and that's to make the news post.
And I guess write the comic or whatever.
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I finally jumped on the terrifying burning bandwagon and got a twitter account. We're all on twitter now, and despite all living together, will probably use them to banter with each other in the next room. PREPARE YOURSELVES.
HEY RIGHT SO this is an idea we had jotted down from a while ago. Yuko had this conversation in the car with her Dad on her way from Rochester to New Jersey ... she told me about it later and I couldn't stop laughing. I am laughing about it now ...
Everyone hears something during childhood that follows them far later into life than is strictly reasonable, and that something is always pretty embarrassing when it comes out. This was obviously one of mine (until a week ago) ... another one was mispronouncing "h'or doeuvres" (I used to pronounce it "hors devors"). A friend's father told her that the hazard lights switch in the car was the eject seat, and she believed it until she was in high school. I grew up eating my french toast with ketchup, and I didn't realize that was unusual till high school either.
Basically what we are trying to say is that if Michael Vick really wanted to bet on animals fighting each other, he could have just played some Pokémon.
(Yuko and I will be at Katsucon this weekend; please, if you happen to be there, come by and say hey! We love meeting you guys. )