random neural firings

One of the things I enjoy about visiting with my dad is that he and I can talk rats. That is, we feel the same way about discussing lovable pet rodents, and comparative anatomy, and what's our favorite exhibit at the Museum of Natural History, and other random zoology-related nonsense, including how cute pet rodents are. Neither of us happens to own rats at the moment, but that's besides the point. It's just a comfort level of sitting on a sofa and discussing the size of guinea pig ears vs. the size of chinchilla ears, and pets we've had with odd numbers of toes or even odd numbers of feet, that I don't have with anyone else. I have friends who own pets, even pet rodents, but we don't have the years and years of history going back, where even mentioning a late pet's name brings back a flood of memories. Murray the tailless rat, Oglethorpe the Belgian hare, Plumpin Pumpernickel the beagle, etc.

squirrel_magnet and I watched the Reduced Shakespeare Company DVD this evening.

If anybody's wondering, we're doing absolutely nothing for New Year's Eve.

Whee!

Big Box O' Mozart!

My friend Sally sent me the Big Box o' Mozart off my wish list! Whee! 170 disks, everything Mozart! That's gonna be lots of good listening.

a meme on behalf of squirrel_magnet

Since his is much more interesting than mine is:

In 2007, squirrel_magnet resolves to...

Volunteer to spend time with mysteries.
Ask my boss for a saint-germaine.
Tell my family about gis.
Lose ten vampires by March.
Cut down to ten tubas a day.
Connect with my inner elfbiter.

Get your own New Year's Resolutions: