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Recent Arrivals at my house

The first disc of Californication. I had heard it was kind of sucky, but it was much, much better than I thought it would be. Good enough that we're going to watch the rest of the season (which is doubly amazing since we haven't even started watching new Weeds yet).
The deafening sound of, apparently, a heavy-duty drilling rig that's boring through—I'm just guessing here—a deep, abandoned well that's been filled with hundreds of thousands of thick metal dinner plates. It's been echoing across the Qwest Field parking lot, coming from King Street Station. It sounds like they're destroying Amtrak.
An official, bona fide Roast Beef greeting card (thanks, Tom!)
A keg of Rainier, for the Post-Natal Kegger (and, hence, a deductible business expense!) (what, you didn't know you were at a client party?)
A Roku Netflix box, which we aren't hooking up until we're done with our deadline for Beasts: Book Two. The tension is nigh unbearable. Unopened consumer electronics? Sacre bleu!

~~Beijing~~ ~~Shanghai~~ Other Seattle Jason
For whom my jealousy ~~currently knows no bounds~~ has subsided to normal levels
AL
"For fuck's sake"-saying secret Space Shuttle pilot
Ben
My personal economist
Boy Jill
Child star, misanthrope
Dalton
a.k.a. "Words"
HB
My high-plains baby-mama
Hunts
Big giant soft-spoken death-cheater
Jason
Hard-rocking, hi-tech coolio
Jill
Muffin baker, dream taker (and don't miss her food blog either)
Jim
Funny, in Booklyn
Jot
Rock 'n' roll Dungeon Master
JPD
Spread-eagled beagle guy
Karin
My editor/hero
Kurt
Fighting crime with his homemade suit of armor
Shanti
Drinks a lot, or not at all