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I woke up this morning consumed with a desire to make a teapot in the shape of the Tardis--the inside of it, not the outside.
The curved walls, organic hexagons and tree-bough struts would be worked in delicate yi-xing clay. Three short walkway ramps would become a tripod of legs. Gallifreyan pictographs would be incised around the lid. The control console would be a modified cylinder of fine brass mesh to hold the tea leaves, with a plunger that was worked through the lid to press them down.
One would have to supply one's own wheezing sounds.
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I'm quite excited about new Arrested Development, and in celebration anticipation I've found this article on some of the little asides and jokes one might have missed in the series (the comments section is equally-illuminating). The new eps could totally suck, but that won't diminish my love! Hell, if the Strangers with Candy movie couldn't spoil my enjoyment of that series, I can weather almost any storm.
After all, it's no good having an eidetic memory if you can't also selectively purge it to preserve sanity.
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I got a Kindle for my birthday. I love it so much I made a cover for it. It is a somewhat lopsided affair, but it is protective yet soft, and has a little magnet at the corner to shut off the screen when the cover is closed.
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I can now swim 30 laps (25 yards per lap), which is more than I've ever done at one time before. Doing just the first few workouts of Couch25K did amazing things for my stamina before going back to the pool, the difference was astounding. Now I just need to get back into the swing of weights again.
The kiddo is reaching fifty pounds at age 6.5, and so far I've never been unable to pick her up and carry her to bed--though it got close after this truly sedentary winter. I know eventually I won't be able to do so, but I'd rather that happen when she is an incredulous teen. Or maybe never. I'd love to be able to swing her up into my arms, a full-grown woman likely taller than me, and feel the accumulated years of space and weight and becoming she'll have gathered since she fit in the crook of my one arm.
The curved walls, organic hexagons and tree-bough struts would be worked in delicate yi-xing clay. Three short walkway ramps would become a tripod of legs. Gallifreyan pictographs would be incised around the lid. The control console would be a modified cylinder of fine brass mesh to hold the tea leaves, with a plunger that was worked through the lid to press them down.
One would have to supply one's own wheezing sounds.
***
I'm quite excited about new Arrested Development, and in celebration anticipation I've found this article on some of the little asides and jokes one might have missed in the series (the comments section is equally-illuminating). The new eps could totally suck, but that won't diminish my love! Hell, if the Strangers with Candy movie couldn't spoil my enjoyment of that series, I can weather almost any storm.
After all, it's no good having an eidetic memory if you can't also selectively purge it to preserve sanity.
***
I got a Kindle for my birthday. I love it so much I made a cover for it. It is a somewhat lopsided affair, but it is protective yet soft, and has a little magnet at the corner to shut off the screen when the cover is closed.
***
I can now swim 30 laps (25 yards per lap), which is more than I've ever done at one time before. Doing just the first few workouts of Couch25K did amazing things for my stamina before going back to the pool, the difference was astounding. Now I just need to get back into the swing of weights again.
The kiddo is reaching fifty pounds at age 6.5, and so far I've never been unable to pick her up and carry her to bed--though it got close after this truly sedentary winter. I know eventually I won't be able to do so, but I'd rather that happen when she is an incredulous teen. Or maybe never. I'd love to be able to swing her up into my arms, a full-grown woman likely taller than me, and feel the accumulated years of space and weight and becoming she'll have gathered since she fit in the crook of my one arm.
