Party Night!

Brian and Steph threw a party tonight at their place, for Brian's students to get together-- and to celebrate my passing and being done!  I found out yesterday that my corrections are sustained and I get to actually graduate at the ceremony, so I have good reason to party!  There were several couples there, three of whom I'd only met once or not at all;  it was nice to meet and chat and hang out, but the best part was once those with wee ones went home and left the Brocks and the Prathers and I.  Good times with good friends, indeed!

I walked home in the wet and chill, but I didn't feel it.  Partly because of the warm fellowship I'd shared, and partly because I'd had two large glasses of wine, two drams of nice whisky, and a glass of champagne on one plate of delicious food.  I was feeling darn good, and I deserved it!  It was pretty, though, with the lights shining on the wet roads.  At least I thought so.  ;)

Keeping An Eye Out...

Goblin died.  Kenny cleaned the tank, and he only lasted a day.  Poor Goblin.  He killed his way to being the only fish left, and then he bit the dust.  Sad times. 

Kenny got more fish, though.  Mollies this time, and six of them.  They don't have names yet... but Brodie is keeping a close watch on them.  He hasn't figured out yet that he can't get at them.  It's pretty funny. 

They are fun to watch, though.  The fish.  They're quick. 

Brodie Strikes Again

This cat is a menace!  Everytime I turn around, he's knocked something over or broken something or mangled something.  Seriously.  I'm not sure if he's just clumsy, or if he doesn't realise how big he is.  Today I came out to the kitchen to find this on the floor:

Seriously, cat.  You're lucky you're so cute. 

Starting Point

This is what my room looks like, after a few weeks of neglecting everything but corrections:

Well, guess I'd better tackle it.

Take Two!

I tired making hush puppies when we were at Paige's, but they didn't work out so well.  This time, however, they did much better. 

Although now I smell like stinky fry oil.  Blech.  Oh well. 

Good Day

Any day that has rugby on is a good day, especially when I have to be in and doing corrections anyway. 

I watched the two live matches (no northern hemisphere wins) and the highlights from the other.  While doing that, I multitasked correcting my typos.  Or rather, going through and dismissing many of them as NOT typos. 

For instance:  Theologicans.  In my acknowledgements.  He marked it as a typo.  Well, heck yeah it is.  Intentionally.  I'm not just thanking every theologian ever.  Sheesh. 

And my punctuation.  I'm not using the American conventional style, in which every comma and full stop goes inside the quotation marks, no matter what.  I'm using the British logical style, where the comma or full stop only goes inside the quotes when it's actually a part of the quote.  Which doesn't happen often.  And he marked every. single. time.  Those aren't getting changed;  I'll just be including a note as to why I did it that way.  I'm consistent in it, and it's not wrong, and I use british spelling, sooo... what's the problem?  Shouldn't be one. 

Anyway.  The rugby made it bearable.  The next three weeks Scotland will be playing.  Woot. 

I Will Remember

Remember, remember the 5th of November--
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot.
I know of no reason the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever been forgot.  ...ten. 

Otherwise known as 'Annual Celebration of Burning a Catholic'.  Although I'd have been a Jacobite myself, considering I am most definitely NOT a Covenanter (Presbyterian).  But really, any excuse for fireworks is okay with me. 

I went with Lynch, and we had hot cocoa and oohed and aaahed and laughed at the silly music choices, the five second lapse between the end of the countdown and the start of the fireworks, and the 'juggling inferno' group who didn't juggle.  Good times. 

And I wonder if Fawkes the phoenix is named after Guy Fawkes, who was burned at the stake?  Just a thought...