February 15th, 2007


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Well, I had a lovely Valentine's Day.
Ben didn't approve of the hour at which I came home, and registered his disapproval by unrolling most of the toilet paper, but that was the only casualty. (I felt like a bit of a cad, though--I fed him and expected him to faceplant into the food, but instead he followed me around, crying, until I sat down and cuddled him. After suitable and ferocious snuggling, then he faceplanted in the food.)

I put up a suet feeder t'other day, and evidentally the birds finally found it--so far today we've had a Carolina wren, a yellow-rumped warbler, and a Carolina chickadee checkin' it out. The wren was scruffy, but not obviously defective, but doubtless that'll come in time.

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Whose a widdle troll, den? Iz you a little trollikins? Iz you? Yes, you iz! Awwww!


I got a troll over on the Digger forums accusing me of being a sell-out. I am amused. Somebody obviously needs attention.

Also, is it just me, or has the definition of "selling out" gotten really devalued? Believe me, if I ever sell out, I'm goin' big.*

Assuming I ever get the opportunity...