No more Coca-cola before bedtime. It makes Pinchy reeeeeeeeeal hyper.

Perhaps now that I'm pregnant I should consider a more suitable blog photo than me drinking.

Is it just me, or does anyone else start humming the Spiderman theme when they watch the Olympic downhill skiing? What is up with the spiderwebs all over the Canadian and American outfits?

OK, Blockbuster, I know that all the new special edition DVDs of everything under the sun are technically "new releases", but seriously, Clerks? Edward Scissorhands? Beaches? There is no way these deserve to be in the New Releases section.

If you have an office in the basement of the Elliot building at UVic, or any building with ground-level windows which allow passersby to view your work area, it would perhaps be wise to orient your computer monitor such that random people cannot see you SURFING FOR PORN ON THE INTERNET.

Now that I know there is going to be a Wild Rose Roundup every week, I find myself thinking, "Man, you mean I have to write something good EACH and EVERY week?"

I had forgotten how shiny and sparkly my wedding ring gets after doing dishes for an hour. It's almost to the point of distracting, watching the little diamonds glint as I type. Yay for doing dishes!

This must be a sign of Bad Things to come.

Matt is walking around the apartment with my bible tonight. I am scared that in the morning he will either try to completely destroy my own faith, or mysteriously become even more religious than I am.

I don't know which scares me more.

It is so, so good to be home.

Why is it that red hair dye starts fading immediately, but red food stains take frickin' forEVER to come out?

Yep, it's about time to break out the Christmas Pickle.

Boy, have I destroyed my right-wing cred today. I had better follow up with a rant about the Liberals' destruction of the military. ;)

If I don't find this bug soon, you're going to need to send me to the Insaniquarium.

Many of you may not know, but Matt does a mean Foamy the Squirrel impression.