MOVING!

I'm moving to my new blog site, http://moxiferous.net/blog/.
Please, if you read this blog, read there instead. I actually update there.

The Scarlet Pumpernickel Strikes Again!

We took some pictures of a really pretty latte, but unfortunately we didn't bring the camera cord, so no latte.

I am trying to find a way to sync up my blog with my wordpress blog. I should be able to......

So. I have to go. Bye bye bye!

Hurrah!! Huzzah! Hummah!

Oh, I thought I'd inject some sprit into this post.
What's Hummah? I thought it was a kind of car, but maybe I'm wrong. In which case I shouldn't be using it in my blog post.
Because I have not a lot to say, I'll put in a picture.

Cool, huh? I made it on photoshop as a parody of the really fried-egg image I saw.










Oh, and the:

I like to call him the Falafel Monster, but his real name is Domo-kun.
Big Toe Says: To eat or not to eat, that is the -----YUM.

Rain. Again. What Monotony.

Of course, the very minute I come back home, it starts to rain. And it rains and rains. Joy.
It's actually okay compared to monsoons and stuff, and at least I'm not camping. (The last time I went tent camping it rained for the entire 2 days. Moisture, Yuck!)
It's really nice to back home and to see my dad and stuff, but I kind of miss having a big family. My aunt and uncle and co. are moving into my Nana's house, and so they are around after work.
I found this lovely picture of rain so you know just what you're missing.

Nice, huh? I bet umbrellas don't even work there.
Big Toe says: I'm all wet.

Much Whining about not really anything.

As I said in my last post, there has been too much whining.
I think I'll go get a cookie.....
I have absolutely nothing to talk about. Oh heck. I'll define a word then.
Camera, noun.
A device for recording visual images in the form of photographs, movie film, or video signals.
Or, in other words, something that my dad has NO idea how to use.
He actually bought a new camera a few months ago, and a video to learn how to use it. I now have the family's old digital camera (which I left at home to prevent breakage of the lenses and other funny bits) that has about 20% of the features on Dad's. Argh. And he still asks me how to turn the dial from play to auto.
My friend O (initial to protect privacy) has one of the hugest, most professional cameras in history. It's great and she takes wonderful photos.
Me? I should just stick to graphic design.

Okay, that last post didn't make that much sense.

Oh well.
For all you people back home, we're flying home on Saturday. Wish us luck

FUN FUN FUN!!!!

We have a house. Ding! We have a house. DING! Our house is nice. DINGGGGG!!! I like it like it like it! DINGGGGGGG!!!!!!