Once started, though, all that brilliant wax turned out to be just a small flat tin of dried-up polish-chunks. I got nothin', here. So I've been reading all of your blogs, hoping that some of your wise, supple, waxiness will replenish my own paltry supply. But your creamy writing hasn't rubbed off on me. So I'll just wax informational instead of philosophical.
Heads-up, England - conference in Derbyshire, end of the month. That's right, Shorty's hitting Albion for Halloween. But I'll only have a couple of days to goof around before the conference. (And no Wales, this time around, Liz.) Say, PT, what's going on at Ottershaw the weekend of the 27th? Do I need to purchase a ticket ahead of time?
Liz tagged me to divulge five weird things about myself. To tell the truth, I'm having a hard time with that. Shouldn't that info come from someone else? Maybe what I think is normal about myself, others see as weird (and vice versa). OK, well, let me give it a go:
- I'm addicted to edemame, pomegranates, and gummy worms. Can't get enough of any of 'em.
- I don't get/like The Sopranos. Sorry, I've tried. Just don't see what the big deal is. And since everyone else in the world thinks it's the best show since Mr. Ed, I must be weird.
- I walk really fast. Faster than almost anyone. Faster even than New York people.
- I love winter more than summer. (And I'll really miss my fireplace this winter.)
- I don't like coffee.
Now I'm feeling all Halloweeny. OOooooh. So much for the wax.