Your brother, such a juggler. Maybe you could find a hobby too.

I have to learn to juggle. In Bisbee, there was a toy store that, if I were a clever doggy, I would have perused for some sort of juggling tools. I did not. So I'm grabbing some hacky sacks by bicycling through the Santa Cruz campus and grabbing them out of midair as I zoom through crowds of bare-chested young students.
However, I was tempted very strongly by the Juggling Matzoh Balls.

Suck.

My brand new white shirt has some sort of black smudge and a tear from my desk. No indication yet whether the smudge is just dust or grease or sharpie droppings or what, but I cannot say as I am best pleased with this morning.

I have been unfaithful

I have recently forsworn my vows and listened to another Live365 station. One DJ or DJing concern has three '80s stations and I had a craving for '80s alternative. They played me Red Flag, Squeeze, Southern Death Cult... Oh it was like being back in the heady days of youth. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and the dusty cardboard of vinyl jackets, and I could taste Jolt soda. But one cannot live in the past forever.




Or can one?

Threadless Plug

So remember my whine earlier about my shirt?
There's a second tear in it now, and Threadless has a very generous return policy. So I wrote them asking if this was a common problem--should I order a replacement or a refund?
And *ten minutes later* I got a response from a human. "Wow, we're sorry. Can you send us a photo of the damage? As soon as you do, we'll get a replacement in the mail. Plus, if you don't mind, we'll include a coupon."

So I have to say that I'm quite pleased with the customer service at Threadless.

Yay!

I got my first birthday ecard this evening, from Ms. Zapata. *beam*
All birthday wishes are welcome, even ones not containing gifts, money, or naughty pictures.