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Recent Arrivals at my house
A brick of comix heroin, the much-anticipated payback for our BEASTS! writing: 10 collected volumes of Peanuts, from 1950 to 1968 complete (e.g.), plus a whomping-big Krazy Kat book.
Courtesy of Jill Swag-Bringer, a little shaker of naturally cinnamon flavored cane sugar--which has led to some tasty cinnamon toast around here.
A comp copy (how nice!) of Essentially Odd
A Flip camera! (for my birthday from HB)
A new pair of Brooks running shoes. I splurged and spent some birthday money at the store in Oddfellows where they tape you running on a treadmill, and--combined with my new walk-run discovery and this bad-ass site and iPhone app--I couldn't be more pleased with the results.
Humans
BeijingShanghaiOther Seattle Jason
For whom my jealousycurrently knows no boundshas subsided to normal levels- AL
"For fuck's sake"-saying secret Space Shuttle pilot - Ben
My personal economist - Boy Jill
Child star, misanthrope - Dalton
No longer a.k.a. "Words" - HB
My high-plains baby-mama - Hunts
Big giant soft-spoken death-cheater - huntsmanic
"substance. knowledge. consequences." - 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
Yep, that's advertising: Lazy, self-indulgent and not even unintentionally funny, but with good voice talent.
Posted by: Rob Lightner | Monday, January 05, 2009 at 11:21 AM