Ongoing notes on a life, apples edition

My father arrived this afternoon for a short visit, with something like the usual collection of artifacts, including a lovely tropical fish mobile for the impending baby, and demands credit for his prescience as he was unaware that the parasite in question is currently referred to as "fishie". We (whole family) went out to dinner, and he was highly amused by whispercricket.

brooksmoses is a total epic sweetheart, and rendered me nigh speechless for a good fifteen, twenty minutes.

Things that need done: prodding more at the notes to see if they turn into something usefully writeable; bottle the ceremonial mead; ... probably flail a bit.

Meanwhile, checking wikipedia for something revealed that religious involvement in marriage in ordinary English law postdates the coronation of King Richard the Lionhearted, and thus has not been the case since time immemorial. I find this tremendously funny.


On a grimmer but still satisfactory note, the verdict came in on the Angie Zapata murder trial. Two hours deliberation. Guilty on all counts.


On a completely unrelated to anything note, my head hurts.