Doom Letter

I am manually feeding one piece of paper at a time to our printer.

I am printing our new year's letters.

They are double sided.

(Feeding 1 at a time) * (50 letters) * (2 sides per letter) = blogworthy. Besides, I've been sitting here long enough that I've run out of things to look up on the internet. Next year I think we will pay someone else to write it, or get rid of all but one of our friends/family. Then we will just hand-write them a letter. Or blow them off... it's not so bad when it's only one person.

Actually, our original plan was to print one letter, then color copy it 50x. However, that was before we realized that a color copy cost $1. Per side. It didn't seem worth the $100.

Then we couldn't get our printer to print the border. Then we couldn't get the printer to refrain from sucking up 5 letters at once and printing a little on all of them. Then we almost ran out of ink. And every time we cancel a print job, we have to shut down and restart our computer to get it to flush the thing.


It's a very good thing that I wrote the letter before I started printing it. If I had to write the letter now, it would be a very despairing letter. (some might argue that it would be impossible to print the letter before writing it anyways, but that doesn't change my point...)

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Okay, the thing is finished. Sad time over. Rest, little printer. Rest.


Happy time!

#8^)

Harry Potter & Evelyn

Well, we just cleaned out and "interior decorated" a playroom-under-the-stairs for Evelyn. We still have some work to do, and these photos don't represent it very well, but you get what you pay for. Yes, I mean YOU. We still plan on painting some clouds, and maybe setting up a little table or something. But Evelyn is pretty happy with it as it is.

Faith and I painted the walls...

(evie enjoying the new view)

Left Wall


Right Wall

Evelyn likes to play with the stud finder, as you can see above... When she went to bed tonight, I was singing her some songs (total requests live), and she wanted me to sing happy birthday to "tuh fer". We went through all the things and people we could think of, trying to figure out what she was asking for. I even got her out of bed and walked her through the house, trying to get her to point it out for me, because she was very insistent. Finally I had to give up, and we put her to bed and shut the door, with her little voice crying for "tuh fer". I walked downstairs and was looking through the house, thinking through all the things we had done that day, and finally guessed that it might be the stud finder. I went back into her room and asked her, and she said yes. So we sang happy birthday to the stud finder.

Maybe we'll bake it a cake.

Man bites car

I just spent 3 hours in my car. Driving 10 miles. From 8:30pm to midnight.

Western Washington + Snow = 773H. That, of course, is an overstatement.

Faith was glad to see I was alive.

I was glad to see something besides my car's dashboard and a truck in front of me. Faith is much nicer to look at than the dashboard + truck duo. Even if you have a cool dashboard.

Mission Accomplished

So I got an Aero Ace remote control plane yesterday, and took it out flying at lunch with a friend from work (he has one as well).

You can do a lot with these little things- they're only $30, but they fly great, and they're very durable.

Aero Ace Mods

Mine looks like this, except it's orange..




So the INTERESTING part of the story is this:

I discovered that the weather in Bellevue today was TOO WINDY FOR FLYING. I know this because my plane got blown up onto the third floor terrace of the Bellevue City Hall building, right on top of the police station. This was not good.


My friend and I went into the building looking for a way up to the terrace, but quickly realized that the third floor was for employees only. However, a kind gentleman swiped his card in the elevator and let us up to the third floor without verifying that we worked there. Heh. After arriving at the third floor, we stared at the terrace out a big glass window, but couldn't see my plane from there. We went around to the other side of the building and out a door, and found ourselves a mere two feet from the terrace walkway, but blocked but a door with no handle. (where the red circle is on the map). We were going to give up, but I decided I really wanted that plane. So, I crawled up on the 3-foot wide edge of the roof, around the door / pillar, and back down onto the terrace. I walked to where I thought my plane would be, and there it was. I walked back along the terrace and out the door (which had a handle on the other side, hey!)

We fled the scene with the police firing at us and helicoptors in hot pursuit.

The End.

* note: words in italics are not true. words in bold are probably true.

This guy is alive

Elebits & Nexus Ops

Games, games, games. I likes 'em. I got to try my new Elebits game at a friend's house. It's fun. Faith played "Nexus Ops" (a new board game I got at ToysRUs) with me a couple nights ago. It was fun too. It's kind of a combination of Risk and Settlers of Catan. Sort of.

Evelyn is sitting in my lap, as I sing her a song I wrote. Here's the lyrics:

Uncle Brian, Aunt Bethany,
Uncle Brian, Aunt Bethany

It was inspired by a picture on Brian's blog. I'll let you guess which one.

Evie got a cut on her toe by stubbing it on the edge of the sliding closet door. Her first bleeding owie. She got a band-aid.

2007 is here. Act accordingly.