I think some jackass has broken into the roof and is setting off fireworks. Do I care enough to go check the roof hatch in the other building? the one in my building is secure.

Speaking of exotic pets, are there such things as dwarf camels?

If there are, I know what's going on Aims's Christmas list!

Rott ears are the sweetest and softest you can imagine. Nom.

Seriously, if ever a Prime Minister got assassinated, the reaction of most of the country would be, "So do we get a day off for this?"

Um, yeah, calling Commonwealth folks on their lack of public holidays is not exactly hitting them where it hurts.

Sadly, a breed of minature camels did exist in North America but are extint.

Speaking of exotic pets, are there such things as dwarf camels?

Vicuña look particularly camely, but I don't know if they ca be raised domestically. [link] Guanaco a little less so [link]

Pete does not like surprise parties either. He very seriously explained this to me, which is why I NEVER EVER plan them for him.

Pete = my dad. When we were planning Mom's surprise 60th b-day party back in '99, Dad very seriously told us that if we ever contemplated doing the same for us, he'd never talk to any of us again. I took him to Claim Jumper for his birthday this year and when the waitress came by with the dessert menu, I mentioned to him that "it's your birthday, you decide if you want dessert!" and the waitress said, "Oh, we'll get you a cupcake if you'd like." Dad agreed, but then fretted over worrying if they were going to sing to him that I had to flag her down and verify that no singing was going to happen (it didn't).

Could it just have been a baby camel? Or do baby camels look different?

(now I have "baaaaaby animals!" in a strange voice in my head)

I had a lovely evening of dancing, with new people and some people I vaguely remembered meeting (who vaguely remembered me) from back in October when I came to a dance convention here. Yay. Good times. Glad I went--I realized at 4:45 that it started at 5:30, way earlier than I thought, and I was like "Ehhhh, do I really want to go? Should I stay home and chill?" but I powered up and went, getting there at 5:45. And lo, it was good.

Random: Last night I had a dream that I was a Canadian. I was in this...gong-show-esque improv theater thing, wherein I had only read the first few pages of the play I was in, because i thought we'd get kicked off, but we kept going, so we had to make it up, and the audience started singing "O Canada" because they were rooting for us? And I couldn't figure out, in the dream, why I didn't feel more/remember being more Canadian. WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?? (I also had a dream that Nanita made chocolate cupcakes, and sprinkled shredded cheese on top, and I didn't have the heart to ask her WTF. I have no idea what that was about either)

But in real life I do not add shredded cheese to cupcakes. Hell, I do not even make cupcakes: I leave that to the pros.

I love that Meara is at chez Javachik right now even though I am not. Thanks for watching over mi casa!! Glad dancing was fun!

And I will gladly make you cupcakes when you come to Seattle! :)

I don't know why you're online, silly lady, but I hope it's quieter there than it is here--definitely lots of fireworks still going on, the wigglebutts would not be happy.

We went to a late dinner. Steve is passed out and snoring and I am about to pass out too! Good night!