The magic of the Bambino Huey. In their own words, it's "a cake-based dessert with a rich, creamy center made with natural butter, cream, eggs, cream cheese and pure vanilla. Served warm and topped with whipped cream." Mmm.

But they sure are a good way to remind you who you love. Here Miss Mia whiles away the time before her great-grandfather's service with a video game. My love to y'all, Randy and Emily. And Mia.

These slightly glare-y shots taken from inside the car as I drove on to campus today. She's got two of the latest batch of fawns with her.

In other news, I think mcgambrell can do the shocker without bending any fingers now. *grins*

I now have an 80 decibel headache instead of the slow throb I had all day, but the movie was a lot of fun. There's a kick-ass swordfight on the beach. And a combination wheel of death / German gym wheel (it's a really big German gym wheel so they can do wheel of death style stunts on it). And it's sometimes nice to be promised another movie.

A quotation I am definitely going to have to use sometime when I'm not armed with the Garmin: "I have every faith in your reconciliatory navigational skills."

Oh, and for the jugglers in the crowd, Passing Zone was in one of those America's Blankiest Blanks competitions tonight. The moved on to the next round, but since I'm not sure what I was watching (or why), I'm not likely to report back on their progress.

And now it's 3 a.m., and I'm going to head home to dream of Captain Jack Sparrow. That's the plan, at least, but I suspect it'll be more calamari-themed dreams. Ick.

I was particularly excited about the transition from pushwheel to trackball because my thumb used to get all indentationed during extended sessions of Sudoku Puzzler while stuck in airports or at car repair places. But the new catalog doesn't have sudoku yet. Ah well. Maybe with the public launch.

Plus I figured out how to wear a corset to work while still looking demure. I hope. ;)

I would like to point out that the only reason I didn't lose my breakfast checking out mcgambrell's predicament was because I didn't eat breakfast. Dude. And think about it -- he presumably posted that long post typing one-handed. (Because of the injury. Get your minds out of the gutter.) I'm all, "Oh, look. He's drinking fruit punch... or soaking his finger ... in ... eeeu."

In happier posting synergies, I'm SO using that "tights over the shoes" trick mlee posted from the Aeon Flux extra features for a Halloween costume.

From me, a gratuitous Geek Girl shot of my new Avon Instant Manicure. It took me a while to get the hang of application, but once I did, voila. My nails look spectacular and I won't have to deal with red cucticles when I remove the color because they apparently peel right off. Avon doesn't advertise that bit because they thought trying to sell a nail polish that "peeled right off" would scare more customers than it'd make happy. I'm part of the happy contingency.

And a series of cuteness, courtesy of da Sug.

Anti-gravity boots to match every outfit. Picked up a yard of this amazing 70s-style kitch sci-fi pinup fabric at Creative Sewing Center, along with a black and white celtic cat print, some Eames-inspired retro fabric, and a half yard of handwriting ledger. All cause Amy talked me into finishing work from home, which meant I could swing by the store during its open hours.

BTW, I forgot to say in the last post, but it was the little battery that was gone in the car. It's all good. Yaaay!

I caved and got one, too.

The car died today at lunch. Got a jump from security. Hoping it's just the (little) battery.