Monday on a Short Week
Its not a whole lot easier but it was markedly easier to get going this morning knowing that we're staring at a nice short week punctuated by some good markers.

Today should see the start of the arrival of several new bits of high tech joy for my life. The best one is the most expensive (go figure) but is so needed right now that I can't even begin to tell you. Its a Bigger. Hard. Drive for my laptop. Make that Double.Sized.Bigger.Hard.Drive. Which means I'll have some space to stretch out in again and I need it. My iTunes has trouble closing right now because the hard drive is so stuffed full right now.

This weekend was all about becoming an artisan ice cream maker. Following hot on the heels of my recent Mint Chip Ice Cream victories, I plunged headlong into making one of my favorite and perennially undercredited ice cream flavors, Butter Pecan. The short story of it is that I made some of the finest Butter Pecan ice cream ever. Pretty amazingly good stuff and not hard at all to whip up. Maybe I'll do a quick write up for Cooking Stories but maybe not. There are other flavors to plunge into anyway, like peach, strawberry, maybe some pomegranate (I'll send a pint to you if it comes out decently well, Amy) and a few others that I'm not quite ready to go public with yet (never know when the Ben & Jerry's guys might be checking in).

Tomorrow is the termite inspection (I'd been led to believe that it was LAST Tuesday but apparently not) so we should have a very solid idea of whether we get this house, when we might be moving in and what our monthly payments are going to look like, all very important things, no?

Wednesday will be P's next ultrasound and we'll get to see how much the gummi bear inside her has grown and changed in the last couple of weeks. It should be pretty freakin' cool I think. Still too early to determine sex but that's okay, we've got plenty of time to get all those details sorted out.

In other news, some very good friends of ours are celebrating the birth of their second child, a happy and healthy little boy named Will! Nicely done Mandi and Jamie! We will look forward to meeting your newest member of the family soon.

On a side note, Jay sent me what has got to be the best picture of his son, Lex, last week. He's wearing a little wizard's peaked hat and has the funniest expression on his face, obviously tickled pink at what's happening.

I've got a couple of movie reviews to write up from the weekend and have a few pithy comments to make about all kinds of groovy stuff. And I was very sorely tempted to make the break and move Intellectual Poison over to Movable Type this weekend. It was only through sheer lack of any motivating power that I was able to not do it. But I got some damned cool stuff online! And I found out that my eyes haven't gotten any worse in the last 15 months even though they have been feeling like someone's pouring gasoline into them at night these days.

And a quick Intellectual Poison gift poll:
Better gift? A Canon photo printer dealie so we can make better and more immediate use of our digital pictures or some home repair/upgrade tools to get us prepped up for the new house and the work we'll be putting in there? Or, a very cool but mildly pricey Brazilian carved hydrostone that's been sliced open on the top half to expose millions of sparkling surfaces, its in the shape of a heart too. The only problem with it is that it really doesn't do anything, its pretty so I guess that's something but that's about all it does. And with P in a practicallity oriented mode right now I would just as soon jibe with that.

Besides, the home tools would enable me to build a crib and other goodies for the new house. From a practical point of view the house tools are the best bet but I don't necessarily have to be practical. Any input would be most welcome.

Oops, gotta run, time to delete ever more spam. Stupid crap keeps piling up all of a sudden after months of decline the spam is outnumbering the legitimate email at least three to one and probably closer to five to one. How many times do I need to be spammed to get plumper lips and a bigger penis or my driver's license and an internatiol diploma or delete the emails from my good friends in Nigeria and other African nations? Come on now, no one's stupid enough to buy the line of shite they're selling. And to the asshats at FunkyFingerShades.com, stop sending me the same stupid goddamned spam every ten minutes you retarded chunder monkeys!