APT#

My one complaint about this apartment is that I cannot slam the doors.

Late Night BTW

I just had me a really good cup of Earl Grey tea with about four slices of toast. I just thought I should let you know.

Storytime Kids!!!! (no pictures)

When I was a wee little lad, I was fascinated with words (still am). I used to want to make up a new word, but unlike other little kids, I was relatively logical, and knew that I couldn't just say randomness and have the world accept it as a word (and I did assume that the world spoke English). In my mind, I contrived this elaborate scheme through which I would have to go in order to "make" a word and get it "approved". There was this committee in England that would receive letters from wordsmiths and would review the yearly crop of new words. They would then deliberate for many hours as to the validity, logic, and sound of those words, after which they would decide what words made it into the English language and what words would be sent to some country in Latin America called "Pig" (my father used to speak the native language to me, and I could somewhat understand what was being said, but wasn't sure I was right at the time). If I was going to make my own word, I'd have to think very hard and with great intent, otherwise the Committee for the Development of the English Vernacular would not approve of it and all my efforts were for nothing. I decided that the best way to come up with a word was to not think too hard about it and wait for it to come to me. In the mean time, it seemed to be a good idea to find out more about this committee (since all I knew about them I had made up in my head), so I asked me mum.
"Mom, how do words get made?"
"Well, I guess someone starts to use it, and more people use it, and then everyone just accepts it as a word."
"Oh, yeah, that's what I thought."
So that was the end of my wordsmithing career, and I have somehow made it 11 years without those credentials.

Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibh !

So, St. Patty's day was decent. Not too gnarly, not too vulgar, just about in the middle there, like, somewhere in the neighborhood of colloquial. See, I know fancy words. Anyhoo, loooooooooooooooook at the pretty images from my St. Patty's Day celebrations.

The first image there, the one on top up there, it is of me being an Irish Catholic.The hat's real.

And the one just below it, on the bottom, between this here text and the first image, it is of me admiring a gift of art given by the Kathleen Toohey Foundation for the Preservation of This Blog. It's quite the foundation if you ask me. It's a little hard to tell what the gift is, but it's a beautiful piece of paper with cuts made in it in such a way so that if folded in the accurate direction, THREE DIMENSIONAL SHAMROCKS POP OUT OF THE CARD!!!!!!!!! I know what you're thinking ("This is the coolest thing I have seen since I saw Fin's last picture story"), but rest assured that this is only the first in many amazing donations to this blog....










...so start donating shit already.