Sunday. It was a good day; not that almost any day can’t be a good day. But since I’m telling this story, if I want to specify it as a good day, I shall. So there! Take that!

::: melodramatic triumphant pose :::

I spent a few hours – yes, “hours” – in Borders; I was getting some practice sketching and drawing done. It’s a nice way to waste a little time. Hopefully, it’s paying off. Jess said that they looked good, but I think that she may be the slightest bit biased. After that, I went to Sandi and Jim’s and hung out for a while. These are looking out across their backyard at today’s post-flurry activity (1, 2, 3). Oh yeah: It snowed this morning. I guess that I should have mentioned that up-front.

On the football front: Both the Ravens and Panthers took one on the chin this weekend; the Dolphins, however, were able to pull a rabbit out of the hat… and, in doing so, clinched a playoff spot. There’s still hope for the Ravens to make the playoffs, too, but they aren’t playing the kind of ball that I think they are capable of playing. That makes it a little difficult to win games.

I posted this about a month and a half ago:

Yet another mid-morning post.
I have seen three signs of the Apocalypse this morning:

  • It’s snowing here in the valley. You can see a pic here.
  • I turned on Live with Regis and Kelly (yes I know that could be construed as a sign in and of itself) and:
    • They had a pair of Furby®-like hamsters, one with nunchaku and one with a mace, that played “Kung-Fu Fighting” and spun their respective weapons. *shiver*
    • They read an article about someone in England who left $15 million… to a flock of sheep.

You wouldn’t believe how long it took me to find that entry. As a follow-up to that entry: Snow. It happens. Here, it happens a lot. I’m dealing with it. Sheep. If, as Cake says, Sheep Go To Heaven, who am I to gripe about them getting a windfall of cash? After all, even lonely sheep gotta get their flock on. Ouch. That was bad, but it couldn’t be helped. Well, it could have, but I chose not to do so.

::: melodramatic triumphant pose :::

That leaves the hamsters. Okay. First, I’m still apologizing to people for having watched Regis and Kelly. Second, I never thought that I’d ever have a reason to bring up the hamsters… until tonight. Jess and I stopped in one of the local Walgreen’s and were checking out when I saw this (1, 2, 3). I was floored. Not even in the darkest corners of my imagination had I even conceived that I’d see one of these things. But, there they were: Enough Kung-Fu Hamsters to fill a dojo. SOMEONE read too many issues of Adolescent Radioactive Black-Belt Hamsters when they were growing up. And to find them in Walgreen’s, of all places. Bizarre! Of course, this is the same store that had this on their sign outside the store; sorry about the large size, but it had to be this big to read the sign.

That’s more than enough rambling for one night.

Peace.