Seriously, one set of grandparents were teetotalers. And there was this one time at a Vasa shindig where someone brought this lingonberry punch they had and next thing you know, there were a bunch of drunken swedish teetotalers who had no idea what had hit them. (it had been stored poorly and fermented.)

Hah! They should film that and show it every Xmas.

I like overcast. And it's the perfect temperature. Don't wanna be inside.

Fair enough. It is warm/humid outside. Since I ain't seeing the outside, like, ever, I just want the sun through my window.

I don't know why this double-posted.

poor bon bon, someone should pull the fire alarm in her building so she can go outside.

bon bon has a window? Lucky her.

bon bon has a window? Lucky her.

I have a window. There is lovely rain splattering against it vigorously now, and I need to run an errand at lunch. Gah.

I have a window. It doesn't open, though.

I desperately need lunch, but I don't know what I want. What's everyone else having?

Poor Homer.

So this morning I get a letter asking if I want to write a chapter for a new book called "D'oh: The Psychology of The Simpsons." It's a good idea for a book, but I'll have to decline because I've only seen a handful of episodes. I'm tempted to write back and say "If you ever decide to do one on Buffy . . . "

I have a window. It opens. Overlooking a pretty ravine. And when it rains, I have a view of a waterfall.

Job sucks, though.

That's right, this cage gots a sweeeeet view.