It's February. It's Friday. No one seems to want to work. The recently located Star Wars quiz (see previous blog) has inspired a round of Star Wars forwards around the office, meanwhile, in an entirely different galaxy, my friends are emailing around questions like who would win in a fist fight, Data or Spock? My money's on Data, for the record.
Here's a little silliness for your Tuesday afternoon. A friend just sent me a jedi quiz that determines what kind of jedi you are. I'm Yoda. I rock.
This link you should click if wish you to discover your true self. May the force be with you.
So the first round of Volume 2 of The Crow has been distributed, the Bird costume for Peter and the Wolf is half way there and I've taken on yet another project to form the complete soundtrack to Fraggle Rock. . . but just while I'm researching the colonial dress I'm planning on making even though I have absolutely no place to wear it.
Now Stretch This:
I don't have a belfry; I have a bat box. In the early summer when the mosquitos descended upon us, Shawn bought a bat box. We mounted it on a tall post in our backyard, against Jenny's garage. Shawn, Jenny, and I looked at it hopefully for a few weeks. Summer, though, is not bat moving season. That's spring. We knew we weren't expecting residents anytime soon.
It was an odd weekend of ups and downs, to be sure.
On Tuesday I was having a tough day. I had finished a rough day at work and I had an hour break before I headed to what I knew was going to be a rough ballet class. And I had forgotten my book. Crap. I generally keep books tucked all over the place, anywhere I might need one. Apparently the books that had been posted to The Car and The Ballet Bag were good enough to be promoted to house books and their positions had not yet been filled. This happens frequently. I'm too good at walking and reading at the same time.