People often describe our dog Wallace as "handsome," and he is indeed a handsome dog. But is he merely handsome? No! There is a veritable flood of adjectives for this puppy! Words like "tasteful":
Belle: We have to name her!
Thomas: Okay. How about "Pumpkin?" My parents had a tortoiseshell named Pumpkin. She was a good cat.
Belle: But she doesn't look like a pumpkin. When I think of a cat named pumpkin, I think of a big orange cat.
Thomas: Fair enough.
Belle: How about "Meko?" M-E-K-O.
Thomas: Where did that come from?
Thomas: What about "Neko" instead? It's Japanese for cat.
Belle: So we're naming our cat "Cat?"
Thomas: I guess so.
Wallace says hello.
Belle's off doing overnight dogsitting for the past week and another two to go. Haven't seen her much, and I guess I'm not going to.
BUT SHE'LL READ THIS.
This is one of my favorite pictures of us.
It kinda sums the whole relationship up.
...that it is all about me, in the end.
Guess what showed up on my doorstep yesterday?
The World Bank Institute's ProTools rig was also delivered yesterday. I am filled with rare good will for the shipping industry.
Went down to Comcast today, to get the new apartment activated for Internet access. They kicked me in the shins, knocked me to the ground, stole my lunch money, and then told me that for $50 a month they'd only punch me in the left kidney.
Sadly, this is considered "ahead of the game" for American broadband access.
My father is sick of getting pushed around on the river.
Fig. A: Lalita Panyopas, star of Thai cinema. Fig. B: My adorable girlfriend.
Thomas: Belle, look at this picture!
Belle: What about it?
Thomas: That's almost exactly the same pose as that movie poster I showed you a while back. Don't you think that's weird? (pulls up the original image, holds them side by side.) Put a gun in your hand and you could be the same person.
Belle: ...I don't see it.
Thomas: Whatever. I want to put them up side by side.
Belle: Okay, but you have to explain why I'm dressed like that.
Thomas: Toga party gone wrong?
Belle: No! It was spirit week for high school, and the color for the seniors was white.
Thomas: ...you had a senior color?
Belle: And it was the last day of spirit week, so that's why the band was playing.
Belle: And you have to write that I was "marching percussion," not like regular band. I don't want everyone to think that I'm a band dork.
Belle: Because I wasn't.
For my own reference: Converse All Star Flame hi-tops, on clearance, not available from Zappos. After-tax purchase. Also: must investigate the durability of the leather versions, as opposed to the canvas, which wears out after about a year.