Flight Change

Just a quick note, since I just found out today...my flight comes in at 8:30pm instead of 6 pm. I don't ACTUALLY expect anyone other than my family to be there, but just in case, I don't want anyone who...uh...is bored around Christmas (I highly doubt such a thing would happen) to have waited around. Anyways, I'll talk to you all very soon, and possibly even in person. =) Feel free to pass on the message. To, uh...anyone..who would care...like the paper boy...maybe that guy who works at the coffee shop near your house...you know, important people. Anyways, I'll see you all soon.

AUGH! TEH SPELLING!

Man.

I'm so embarrassed.

I just looked over my last post, and I realized I had about five-to-seven spelling mistakes which rendered it nearly unreadable. Augh. OK, well, I will try harder. Less errors, more...non-errors? (I couldn't think of anything that rhymed with errors to make it a catchy phrase. Sorry. All I could think of was the word 'eros.' But that doesn't count, because it's not even an English word. AND it doesn't rhyme. With lime. In time. For me to make another...oh, never mind. That wasn't going anywhere.)

OK, so I've decided I would bring you my exciting bike story! Since this has been a real trial and tribulation for me, I feel this is best expressed in art form. (Don't you love it when I say that? I love it when I say that.)
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This is me. Typically riding as fast as possible to class because I'm always JUST on time. On the bright side, that's better than I've ever done for being on time.






This is me when the brakes on my bike snapped. I was on a slightly inclining hill.





This is me deciding that I should tempt fate. After all, nothing is as fun as a bike with no brakes on a hill in high traffic.






This is me...well, I think it's pretty obvious what happened.








This is me apologizing. I felt it went well given my highly emotive facial expressions. Click to see the picture in all it's pixilated glory.









This is me, walking to school and social events for about three or four days. All I can say is, I value my bike, which I have recently dubbed 'Big Red' or "Little Red Riding Hood", for short. Because then I don't have to go running through the centre of Leuven like a maniac. Now I can BIKE through Leuven like a maniac. (You know, I've noticed something. If someone is running through town, you think them uncultured, unkempt, and OBVIOUSLY disorganized and not together. However, if you see someone biking or DRIVING like a speeder super fast, you think something more like, "Oh wow, that person must have to get their kids to daycare before work, THAT'S why they're speeding." You usually make excuses for people who speed on bikes or in other types of vehicles, because they naturally go faster than someone who walks, and yet you often think it's very normal for other modes of transportation to go VERY fast. It's kind of funny when you think about it. Compare your reactions next time you see someone running down the street compared to someone biking or driving a car relatively speedily down the street.)






SO, now I have my bike back! I'm so happy! =D =D =D

Anyways, I'm glad things worked out with that. I'm also glad I got a 'customer card' at the second hand bike shop at the start of the year, since this is the third time I've broken...I mean, this is the third time the bike has broken itself. Yeah. I didn't man-handle it or anything. No.

Pictures!

I decided I would post the picture of the rice, since the most exciting thing about Belgium is the food I make.





I also will give you a picture of the Town Hall in Leuven, since it's verrrrrrrry beautiful with all the lights right now. The picuture is blurry because of the camera settings, and I thought the pictures looked fine on my camera when I viewed them. ;)








I had a chance to make the rice since I just got back from a potluck at Zuzanna's place. She has a nice place. Besides that, though, I had a really fun time, and I just watched a musical I had never seen before, and it was really nice. It's called "White Christmas," and I laughed through almost the entire thing. Very nice story. We all commented throughout pretty much the whole thing, and it was like "Mystery Science Theatre 3000" only with a Christmas musical. We kept saying things like, "She's too skinny," and "You're just jealous," and "Mutual, I'm sure." Anyways, what a good film. I totally could have watched that a thousand times over. Well, maybe only a couple more before I couldn't take much more...it IS a musical...and you only have so much sanity. You have to be careful what you spend it on. We then commenced to have a dish-washing party in the kitchen, since pretty much everyone but the core group of us weho stayed to wash dishes from about 25. It was fun. I did most of the washing. =D The water at Zuzanna's place (which is a seminary-come-professor-residence-come-student-residence. There were a lot of statues and intricate floor rugs on REAL hardwood flooring.) was actually hot water when you turn the hot tap on, and I burned myself a couple of time at least when I thought I could turn on the hot water and get lukewarm for a couple seconds. So that was fun. And I was happy that everyone seemed to like the rice (aka. it was pretty much all eaten) since the last potluck I went to I brought perogies, and all the polish people were confused, and then I explained to them they were Ukrainian perogies, in which I was then told that I had brought Varenky, and not perogies. On top of that, THEY WERE THE WORST PEROGIES/VARENKY I HAD EVER MADE. I WAS SO ASHAMED. A-S-H-A-M-E-D. AND I KNOW EVERYONE ATE THEM BECAUSE THEY WERE TRYING TO BE NICE. Whew. Seriously. Anyways, everyone was saying how good I made perogies and I was like, "Stop it! Those were the worst perogies I had ever made! I am not normally that bad a cook!" (Generally, of course, I'm worst. But I don't want people to KNOW that. I also tend to rise to the challenge when I test food on people other than my family, especially if I'm cooking dinner for a bunch of friends. Of course, generally speaking, I also usually phone Elizabeth about twenty minutes before people are supposed to come over for a dinner party and start saying things like, "PLEASE SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEE." At that point, Elizabeth comes over with her I'm-going-to-turn-you're-Chernobyl-like-cooking-area-of-disaster-into-a-three-course-five-star-resteraunt-meal-all-while-you-run-around-like-a-chicken-with-your-head-cut-off-and-run-into-walls-and-things. Yeah. I don't know what I would do without her. Probably have a lot fewer dinner party guests, and a lot more people eating pizza at my place.) Anyways, I got a lot of jokes tonight from Monseratt and Zuzanna, who kept saying I'm one-third Mexican because I'm so loud, and Ukrainian because they know I'm SO not (I had to look up the word Varenky because I forgot it.) and it drives me crazy to be called any other nationality than those which I am (which is a very Canadian thing, really) and OBVIOUSLY I'm even more bothered if they call me Canadian. My roots are Scottish.

Cooking...AND I'M HERE TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT!

OK, so....I did it again.

I tried to make Dill Paprika Chicken.

And my chicken had grown mould on it.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH.

I swear, fate has it out for me. I basically just threw out everything in my fridge and freezer today while I was trying to MAKE A MEAL! ARGH! LOL.

Well, that's what I get for thinking that I can eat five minute food all week, and doing all my fancy cooking on the weekend. SO, I have decided to share the results of having a near empty fridge and a lot of panicking with all of you! Yes, you! Back there, going for the nearest exit! I see you! Sit down!

Anyways, other than a very clean and non-smelly fridge which I am now the proud owner of, I decided that I needed to eat something, so I did what I normally do, which is I try and make something so unedible, I'll probably get sick from eating it. And usually the results are terrific! =D =D =D

The uh, one out of...four times that it's not, the toilet bowl is my friend! But it's better than dumb ol' mouldy dill paprika chicken anyways! Or at least that's what I'm going to keep telling myself! =D So here's my recipe that I share with you!




Apple Carrot Rice


1 cup ½ of basmati rice

1/3 cup of plain yoghurt (optional, but a very good idea if you can)

2 medium size carrots

1 apple

½ of onion

Dill seasoning

vegetable oil

vinegar

1-2 sausages (optional)

BBQ sauce (optional)


1. Heat vegetable oil to hot temperature in pan. Peel carrots, and slice into medium-sized medallions, and chop onions into slices. Throw onion and carrot in.

2. Once about half done, add a bit 'o' vingar. Don’t go overboard…you just want enough for the sweet sour flavour, not enough to clean your floors with.

3. The carrots and onions, when looking near done, add in sliced cubes and triangles of apple. I prefer to leave the skin on so that the apples don’t turn to mush in the pan. But, I mean, hey, whatever floats your apple-y boat.

4. You should only need a minute or two for the apples to get some of the flavour of everything else in the pan, and to get soft. Those apples. Old softies.

5. While this is going on, now’s a good time to start the rice. It should only take about eight minutes, so don’t start it too early. Of course, if you're like me, and you burn the rice simply by looking at it the wrong way, then maybe you should be careful about when you stop and start the rice.

6. Once the fruit-vegetable mix you’ve been cooking looks done, throw it into a bowl and set it aside. You can forget about it for a bit.

7. Now, for the optional part. Now is the time where you would add sausage if you so desire (I did because I had a SERIOUS meat craving tonight. Like, for chicken. But, well, we know what happened to that.) When you add it, you may wish to add BBQ sauce, which I did so that the sausage will have some flavour on its own.

8. The sausage should be about half done when your rice starts looking cooked. I like my rice soft, so it may be that you want to stop your rice earlier. (Don’t you love it when people give you recipes and you read the part you should have read near the start so you didn’t ruin things? Yeah, I love that.) At this point, you should probably take the rice out and put it into a a seperate bowl than the veggie fruit mixture. You can now add a dollop of yogurt to the rice if you like; it should enhance the flavour of the dill later. Don’t add too much though, especially if you have really runny yoghurt like I did. Otherwise, well, it wont be pretty. Although it will still probably be edible. I can't promise anything on that one, though.

9.Now you can go back to your original bowl of apple, onions and carrot, and you can add in dill seasoning (or fresh dill if you're a spice snob.) and stir it around until it’s all sufficiently coated. Throw this on top of the rice, and it should like you’re a gourmet chef! =D You can also add the sausage at the point as well if you added it. This turned out so well, I think I will post a picture of it when I bring it to a potluck tomorrow night! =D I ate it too fast to take a picture.
=( I looked at the ingredients and wrote them down as I ate it. =(

Anyways, I went Christmas shopping today, and I can honestly tell you, I have most of it done! Awesome! Now if only I could figure out what to get my little brother Adam for Christmas besides money. Hey, maybe I could give him European money. Hmmm...too much of a cop out? Probably.

I LOVE CHRISTMAS!

AUGH! 7 DAYS!

Yeah.

So, I just wrote a final today.

I'm feeling a lot better. Actually, it was probably the funnest exam I've ever written. My first master's class final! Yay! But, on the other hand, I'm sad to see the class go. It was a really fun class...sort of. It's a long story. I started to understand what was going on with the text MUCH closer to the end of the class, which was too bad, instead of nearer to the middle...but hey, I'm slow, right? But overall, I hope I did well on the exam. I didn't finish the last question on the test, but I don't think it matters much, since half the class wrote for three hours straight, and I would say at least a quarter of the people didn't finish. It was a rough test...but I think that's why I thought it was fun. There was no regurgitation allowed, and you were required to answer in a fixed number of lines, no more and no less. Anyways, I'm glad it's done, and now that this is over I will be able to concentrate on other things. Like Christmas. And making a fool of myself.

Like, today, when I was over at Shayne's party, and I went on a long random tangent about how I have adopted the word "y'all" and how much I think it's one of the best things that came out of the U.S. Yeah. Way to NOT offend your friend from the South, Brennan. Good one.

On the bright side, I gave him a Canada pin, and told him to wear it next time he was taking a little tour through Palestine. Since Shayne's a nice American and a bit of a Canadian sympathizer, I thought it was ok. Doin' a little ambassadorizin' for the friendly ones. Maybe they'll convert.

And I hung out with some of the Dutch students, tonight, too, so that was really nice. The Flemish here take a while to know, but they're really awesome. Two thumbs up.

Also, I went to the Philosophy Christmas Party last night, and it was a really fun time. Totally got my nine euros worth. There was lots of food, some really great Christmas caroling (Did I ever tell you how much I love Christmas carols? I love Christmas carols. I could nearly cry I like them so much.) And I had fun sitting next to Jon and his wife, and they told me all about working in Japan as English teachers, and how John got paid twice as much as his wife because he was white and a Native English speaker. (A PhD student, Alex, compared it to how Americans do not want to leanr karate from an American, but some sort of Japanese 'authentic' karate teacher. You go, Mr Miyagi!) Also, I watched all the PhD students throw wine corks at each other during the speeches, so that was nice. I had a good time.

And, the Christmas market is on in Leuven here, and boy, is it something to see. Christmas markets are really something different over here in Europe.

ANYWAYS, it's been a weird, weird week, and I'll have to tell y'all about it later, but I should probably go. I told a friend I would go and hang out for a while with him, so I need to get ready. He should be here any minute. I'll probably post one or two more things when I get the chance this week. I don't have a lot left to do now. *Grin*

Small correction

I just realized that I used ADD in a very inappropriate context, so since I have just had a long conversation with someone about this, I feel like I should correct my usage of the term. So, I am going to say that 'I am just too unfocused to do good scholarship like said word detective.'

My apologies.

YAY!

OK, if you like words like me, this site is for you.

http://www.word-detective.com/index.html

This man is my hero. How do I get his job? Seriously, this man is the Elvis of scholarship. People like me woo and swoon at his performance. I just am too ADD to do this properly, so how awesome is this? Very awesome.

By the way, if anyone wants to get me any sort of dictionary for Christmas, that'd be super.

LOL.

I love words. Especially words I know.

Winners!

OK, WHEW! The contest is over! I have had a lot of entries (or at least I'm going to make you believe that) and I have officially decided it's going to be a while before I do THAT again. Who knew a contest could be so much work??? Wow. Anyways, a smashing success by all accounts (Minus a minor e-mail problem to winner number three) and I am excited for all those who've won! So, the winners, in list of order:

1) Russ, who's top dog!
2) Liz, who's almost top dog!
3) Graham, who's...who's....ok, well, he got third. No biggie.

Honourable mention goes out to Dez, because I like her! =D The rest of yous, shames! Shames for not entering Brennan's contest/not entering it fast enough! I'm giving away top-quality stuff of no particular value! You should be like sheeps to the slaughter for this sort of thing!

In light of all of this, however, I've decided that the name 'Brennan Industries' has a certain ring to it, and I need to start some sort of company, so I can continue to validate the use of the title 'Brennan Sarich, President of Brennan Industries.'

Other than that, I need to get back to work on an essay for Theory of Knowledge. Congratulations to the winners. For those of you who couldn't figure it out, the answer to 'Brennan's Mystery Person Blog Contest' it was this guy:





Ok, well, I'm out. Until later!

The Death...Oh the Death

OK.

Something very traumatic has happened to me that is very hard to share.

My plant Herbie...he's dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

*SOB*


Seriously, folks, it's a crisis. He was my best friend when I first got here. I talked to him constantly. Well, not constantly...but...like, once and a while, like, when no one was looking. I WAS LONELY, OK???? I'M NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE CATS IN MY BUILDING, ALRIGHT???

So, yeah, here's a tribute, to Herbie, my best friend in plant form. And like any plants that I keep and actully like, he died. I kill that which I love. DON'T LOVE ME, I"M HIDEOUS AND A GREEN THING KILLER! *SOB*

So...here's a slidehow of Herbie and me while he was still alive.



This is Herbie sitting on the left with his hardier, harder-to-kill cousin, Bastille. Herbie's cousin Bastille was orginally named Spidey, but I decided he needed to be more continental about it, and so I gave him a French name. And Bastille kinda is like a castle. Or a weed. I can't decide. All previous attempts to kill Bastille (leaving him out when it's cold, refusing to water him for days) in favour of showing Herbie how much I loved him didn't seem to phase Bastille. In fact, the more I tried to kill Bastille, the more he flourished, and the more Herbie died. Coincedence? I think not. Obviously, karma was out to get me. And Herbie. Why? WHY THE PLANT?????? *SOB*





This is a picture with Herbie in the background. We had just gotten back from a trip to get my microwave. It rained the entire way back. I was a mess. Herbie is just in the background....isn't he awesome? Yeah, well, he's dead now. Moving on.

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Ok...so I couldn't find a picture where I'm talking to him, but I realize that that may be a bit much. When having these personal moments, pictures wouldn't have been appropriate. But, I documented his funeral. Yeah. It was rough.











So this was the official death statement made by the doctor. I feel like it captures in essence what happened, while still making all the technical information easy to digest by the public. After the doctor had made the official announcement, the actual funeral itself was looming. Like, I needed to do it so I could go to bed. I just kept telling myself, "The feng shui wont be right if you go to bed with dead things in your apartment, it just wont be, it just wont be." *SOB* Oh, feng shiu! You make everything so RATIONAL!









OK, so I lent Bastille some things to wear, cause y'know, you have to wear black at a funeral...I didn't have a lot of stuff in his size, though...which is...rotund. So I let him wear my shades so that no one would see him cry, and made him a tie/shirt out of my sunglasses case. Of course, I said to him, "You're a big man, Bastille. No one will care if you cry at a funeral. People do stuff like that." But he didn't listen, you know? Mentally irrational in a state of grief. He's kind of more of the silent type. I think I'm a wailer. Funerals probably aren't my scene. I'm a public mess. Maybe I shouldn't have been put in charge of coordinating it.






So, yeah, it's awkward to go to a small funeral, so I thought I would include more to make it seem like it was a well populated event. So I decided to include my bears ("The Brothers Three, I like to call them) in this event since they're one of those things that I love dearly and would probably hold a funeral for if they ever parted ways with me...or got dropped on the floor and broke. I mean, what do you imagine they would say about someone like Herbie, a book shelf buddy of theirs, since they sat near him all the time? Probably, "Grr," and "Argh," and stuff. I didn't ask them about it, because, well...I think it's obvious. They were smiling during the whole funeral. Who smiles during a funeral???? RUDE PEOPLE, THAT'S WHO. REALLY, REALLY RUDE PEOPLE.






So I hired a bag piper to play at the funeral. He seemed like a good chap. Herbie would have liked Scottish music. But he never lived long enough for me to learn the bagpipe and show him. *WEEP*








So this was the funeral. Herbie is in open casket mode, with all his roots showing. It's a little graphic, but I lit a candle, and I opened the Bible randomly to Job 13, which is a little freaky (Go read it) and the whole experience had a lot of personal meaning for me. I wanted to play "Danny Boy," but I thought that might have been kind of out of place, because Herbie seems to be more of a tropical plant, so maybe I should have played something from a Morrocan band? Anyways, when unsure, silence is always the best answer. SILENCE IS BEST.


So, after a very nice moment of silence, I, the singular person volunteering to be the casket bearer, put Herbie in said casket (grocery bag) and said prayers as I lowered him into his final resting place (disposed of him in the dumpster). After that, I went to sleep and I had nightmares about having AIDS. I decided that this had to do with me BEING THE WORST PLANT OWNER ON THE PLANET.

I suck with plants.

I'm sorry Herbie.

No one likes losing friends. Even plant friends. And plants are our friends.

Except for rose bushes. They're nobody's friend.


So, to Herbie.

Herbie

R.I.P.

Christened Sept 2005

Keeled and Bit the Big One Nov 2o05

Brennan couldn't admit you were really dead until Dec 2005

May Little Bee-Like Angels pollenate you in Heaven

Forevermore.

Contest!

OK, I've decided I've become too lax lately, and when Brennan gets lazy, two things happen:

1) He realizes that he can't afford to be lazy during the last two weeks of the semester and
2) He desgins an ultra-cool contests! Er...I mean....he gives everyone else a chance to win a fabulous prize! Um...I mean...I'm on a study break! Honest!


So, here's the rules. If you can identify the picture below, send me an e-mail. If you don't have my e-mail, you're allowed to post as a comment, and I'll monitor who gets it right. Whoever sends me a message first, gets a prize drawing by me! Yeah! What? What do you mean you don't want a drawing by me?????? How RUDE.

There's more! Once you've ID'd this picture, and proved your knowledge of awesome things over and above your three peers who read this blog, you get to pick what I get to draw! How amazing is that???? AMAZING. You can say, "Brennan draw me aliens landing on Pluto and you defeating them in a galactic space battle using only your brain and a guilt-laden Catholic conscience! AND use MS Paint, because it's sooooo cool!" and I'll do it! Or you could be like, "Brennan, draw me a cubist representation of Shakira! And give her a mustache! A blocky one!" and I'll do it! I just love doing things for people! Aren't I great???? I know, I know. I'm too modest.

OK, so for those of you who could use some encouragement, the hint is: "It's ironic that this mystery man is made out of food."








Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! I'm excited to see who will win! OK, so if you ask me to draw something that requires paper, you get to keep the original, and I'll post the finished product on the blog, yo. So, don't hesistate! E-mail away! Let those little fingers fly! Or big fingers! Don't hate! If there's a lot of enteries (Like four!) Maybe I'll even think up secret prizes for 2nd and thrid places! OK, so you know what to do! And so do I! Bye!

*runs off to clean studio and study*

This man is my hero.

http://www.burritoblog.com/


Someday, I will have these kind of jedi skills.

Until then, I plan to make myself my own brand of chili. Wish me luck! =D




P.S. No I'm not joking. Look for the update on whether it was edible or not.

No Play!

Well,

It's official.

We're not doing the play.

Hm.

It's unfortunate. Anyways, it put a lot of people's minds at rest, since they didn't feel ready for this Sunday. In some ways it's good for me, because it will give me a chance to focus on working on school stuff. I can...read...more...books...I guess. LOL.

Well, I don't have much to say about that, for a variety of reasons, but I'll post again when I have the energy and time to tell you about where I've been going, and what I have been doing for the last couple of days. I went traveling! =D Anyways, later, y'all. Eat some snow for me. It's raining here.

Heh heh. I just finished Sarah's Christmas present. Hopefully she wont check my blog until after I give it to her. (Although perhaps counting on someone to have bad memory is not a good thing. Perhaps?) I also went and got some Christmas presents for people from my family today. Today was a VERY good day.

A Response

This is a response I was going to post to Caitlin where she made a comment on my last post, but I realized the response was generally quite a long one, so I thought I would post it here. I feel this is necessary for other people to read, because they might be wondering what the heck I'm up to if I haven't been saying much about school. So, I decided I would post this on the front page of my blog, with no real bad intentions pointed at Caitlin, but I am actually glad she said something, because I realize I HAVEN'T talked about this sort of thing, so I think I should sort of explain why I haven't been talking about philosophy on here. So, here's my reponse to Caitlin, and you can all read it, since it pertains to a lot of people...like probably my parents. And stuff. Just to recap, her comment was, "So, I may have gotten this wrong, but didn't you go to Belgium to write a Masters?"

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First of all, way to post a comment, Caitlin friend! That's the first one you've posted in near a millenia! I appreciate it, even if it is a little smarmy. ;) To address your point, since I am sure you are confused by the lack of me posting on relevant philosophical topics, I will give you true knowledge (Very rare, I know) about why I (typically) do not talk about philosophy on my blog.

As much as I would love to enlighten you all on the Augustinian conception of sin, grace, and free will, and the connection between evil and sin, and how the dissimilarity plays a much larger role in Augustine's overarching theory of epistemology and onotology, I know better than to indulge you in my work on a regular basis for several reasons. Said blog is for humourous purposes almost exclusively, not school based purposes. If I wanted to write a school blog...well, I would go hurt myself before I did that. It would be like rewriting my notes in class and then asking other people to comment on how wonderful they are. Ew. Like, mega ew to the degree of ew-ness. And then some.

This web log is mostly so that other people can have a laugh, including me. Besides, since WHEN did all you people get to be the overarching tyrant of my blog? Stop being so autonomous, you Kantain rebels who are imposing their sense of self on me! FEEL THE SMACKDOWN OF TREATING ME AS A THING-IN-ITSELF!

Also besides, my dad reads this, and he needs to know that I'm doing something other than school, or he'll think I'm boring. And that's lame.My master's work is going fine, but the stuff that stresses me out/would be relevant for me to make a humourous situation out of rarely deals with class material.

As well besides, I talk about that baloney all day with other people in philosophy. By time I feel like writing for fun, I don't really feel like writing about philosophy at that point. Unless it's relevant to anyone who reads this. (Aka. my dad) And, most importantly, whenever my Dad starts reading philosophy, HE starts TALKING philosophy, and then he goes on about Noam Chomsky and high tech business and then my head starts hurting. (My Dad definitely has a philosophical side...and it usually make my brain...cry.)

So, in conclusion, you're all still awesome, my blog is still my current comical soap box, and I am still sick. *Sneeze*----So there you have it. My reply which I would have posted in my own comment section, since I do more commenting there than other people, but there you have it. I felt like it was important I remind myself and tell other people who read this why I am not posting about stuff like that. Most of the things professors say are interesting, funny, and awkward to the nth degree, but I can tell you all that stuff when I get home, when it's less...like...right now.

And, also, just as a side note...the food here is worth documenting. (That was directed at someone who shall remain nameless...but full of blame...and shame. You know who you are.)

So, once again, Merry Christmas! I mean...um...Advent. Yeah. Advent.

Comics

By the way, if any of you are having trouble reading the cartoons because they're too small, just click on them and you can see them in full size. =)