I had penne al'arrabiatta for lunch.

Who else *immediately* thought of Eddie Izzard/Darth Vader? Hands up!

Toyota launches "car-shaped music player":

Toyota has launched a completely redesigned passenger car called the "bB" in Japan on December 26, 2005. Targeted at young people who prefer a lifestyle of "being surrounded by music all the time," it was developed under the concept of "a car-shaped music player," with a goal of creating an interior environment for enjoying music.

The top of the line model is equipped with nine speakers located throughout the interior, an audio system employing surround digital signal processing (DSP) technology, and an input terminal for connecting to a portable music player. Lights that flash in rhythm to the sound are provided in 11 locations to create an atmosphere similar to those of nightclubs or live music concerts. In addition, "Mattari (laid-back)-mode front seats" featuring seating faces that slide down and sink about 80 mm are installed in all models.

You really don't get that from everybody?! Maybe just throwbacks like me...Your enthusiasm is noted. (In the middle of making out, waves hand for La Tep, just cause that Vader bit is So. Fricking. Funny.)

Wonderful hummingbird picture on Cute Overload: [link]

waves hand for La Tep, just cause that Vader bit is So. Fricking. Funny.

"Who's he?"

"Steve Vader."

"No, I am *Darth* Vader! I can kill you with my thoughts...."

"Oh, here he goes again!"

OK, that reminds me of a nephewism:

We're hanging out in the den and my nephew has been playing with random carparts my brother has down there. He finds a stray glove, puts it on, grabs a random antenna lying about and then just lunges at my brother. In a very deep voice (for a three year old) he intones I AM YOUR FADDUR! and then flings the glove off and starts screaming and flailing.

I about peed myself I was laughing so hard.

Hey, was yesterday Emily's birthday, too?

Yes! I am thirty-one. A surprisingly uninteresting number, except that I'm "over thirty". OoooOOOOoooh. Fancy.

I'm impressed, sarameg.

I went to a Christmas Eve party last weekend where I found a four-year-old manning the ice bucket on the back patio, where the liquor had been laid out. This was Phoenix, but it was evening, so it had gotten fairly chilly (and dark) outside and everyone else was inside. She was offering everyone who wandered back there ice cubes, whether needed or not. My brother had gone back there and offered her some fudge but she replied "do you want some ice?" and dropped some cubes into his cup instead. She refused to get a jacket because "I need to watch the ice!" She also would not bring the ice bucket inside because "I need to watch the ice!" but repeatedly suggested that me or my companion should go inside and yell at everyone to come outside to get some ice.

I about peed myself I was laughing so hard.

Was your brother even born when the first movies came out (considering your nephew wasn't born when Phantom Menace came out)? Lucas has to be a bit pleased that he's permeated the popular culture so.

Yes! I am thirty-one. A surprisingly uninteresting number

It's prime.

Happy Brithday Emily