Happy birthday to you, d! I love the pink and white cupcakes, natch.

Happy Birthday D! Welcome home too!

Happy birthday d! Man, those cupcakes are delicious looking!

I just booked Skybus tickets to see my sister and neicephews in April, yays. $70 r/t... oh the horror! (the $10 o/w fares were sold out so I had to make due with $35 fares.)

Does it get any better than Bjork and PJ Harvey?

No. No it does not.

Well, maybe Diana Krall, Elvis Costello and Willie Nelson. [link]

Nora, I sent you something to help you procrastinate.

Happy Birthday, d!

Adorable Annabel!

I skimmed a bit to come and post this:

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Armin was in directing a rental show at the Colony. I would have loved to come in and meet him, but I was busy with Halloween Horror Nights at the time.

So my friend Robert, the Tech Director at the Colony, asked him one night if he could get some autographs. Armin said "Sure. Do you have anything for me to sign?"

Raboert said, "No."

Armin said "I've got a bunch of head shots. I'll bring some in."

So Armin brought in a bunch of shots of Quark and Snyder. Robert had him sign a picture of Quark for the office, and had him sign a picture of Snyder for me. When it came time to sign my picture, Robert told him it was for "Sean." Armin asked how old I was, and Robert told him I was about his age (I'm actually almost ten years older than Robert, but good enough for me).

Armin then asked if I knew the show, to which Robert responded "Oh yes." And that's how Armin chose the quote to sign it with. I'm in geek Nirvana right now.

I've got to get that, and my autographed picture of George Takei framed, so I can hang them.

Happy Birthday, d!!!

Much recovery~ma to your dad's friend, vw.

Thanks!

Yesterday I bought running shoes, as I need to start training for the 10k I signed up to run in December. Today I went for a "run". Put on new running clothes from Target, and planned to do a bit of a run/walk. Put a spare key in my shorts, held onto my cell phone for timing (because I'm an idiot inre watches), and forced myself into exercise. Finally, I finish and get back to my car, stick my hand in my pocket, and No Key! However, I can feel my leg through the hole in my pocket dear Liza, dear Liza . Panic panic panic, retrace steps, figure I'll wait by my car for inspiration to hit, and finally see the key on the side of the path.

This is why I resist exercise. Feh. I think I only managed to do 2 and maybe a 1/2 miles in the time I was out there. Man, it's really hard to get started when your brain keeps saying "you suck" with every step.

Anyway, I refuse to let that dampen my mood too much. I have a light day of work, and dinner with friends to anticipate.

This will be a very good year. I decree it.

Awesome Sean!

Not so awesome d.

Awesome, Sean!

You put the words "only" and "2 and a half miles" pretty close to each other, there, d. That doesn't seem right.