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November 28, 2010

The Stages of Luke & Leia

Watching the tail end of Return of the Jedi where Luke tells Leia she's his sister. Harrison starts to analyze as Leia gets cranky-pouty on Han.

Bet she's confused...
...
First comes confusion.
Then anger.
Then sadness...
...
Then laziness and laying on the couch all the time...couch-potato-ness
Oh and I forgot bargaining.

Posted by Jeremy at 6:08 PM

Tonight's Threat

Heard this down the hallway earlier this evening:

Harrison: Tick...Tick...Tick...
Giselle: STOP!
Harrison: Tick...Tick...Tick...
Amanda: What's going on!?
Giselle: Just so you know, if he doesn't stop being annoying, it isn't going to end well for him.
--unexpected silence--

Posted by Jeremy at 12:45 AM

November 11, 2010

Fingertips

After visualizing nail-biting as a solution to my missing clippers problem, I got to thinking about a couple etiologies of the toe finger and drew up a little diagram. (The genetic circumstance is known as Brachydactyly Type D, btw)

Posted by Jeremy at 12:16 AM

November 10, 2010

Taming the Jabberwock

Fingernail clippers have disappeared from my house. I blame the boy. Although the girl certainly plays a role. His nails grow fast, which results in tissue damage to his sister when they brawl. (She also develops hives when he bites, but that's another story) So about once per week, bellowing ensues where she demands he attend to his claws, and the implements must be located and loaned out for the necessary trimmings. This is usually accompanied by her demands that he not "shape them into points". He doesn't cut them close enough, which is why this is a constant issue.

The main thing is that the clippers tend not to make it back to their little homes if there aren't minute-by-minute reminders to put them back. And well, they're all gone. All three of them. I know that's not enough. I should buy a couple 24 packs and scatter them in the corners and cracks of every room like the crayons and legos. So now, my nails are overdue, and every letter I type makes me more and more aware of it. Sometimes I envy the nail-biters with their bulbous little toe-fingers. I've gotta hit the store after work anyway, so I know which aisle I'm visiting first. Right next to the mascara and red sparkly nail polish.

Posted by Jeremy at 1:24 PM