Archive for January, 2007

So Frosty, in Utah, would be a powderman. Sounds somehow illegal.

As it gets to actually be winter here in Logan, I’m noticing a linguistic thing that’s irritating me. No, it’s not how Utahns like to drop the middle consonant of a word. For example, say “kitten” without pronouncing the “t” sound in the middle. Annoying, but not truly bothersome. No, my beef has to do […]

I’m not a happy camper.

So I’m starting to warm up to the wackinest that is Utah, but I think it’d be a lot (A LOT) easier if I could tolerate my neighborhood. Let’s see…mostly it’s the incessant music coming from the neighboring townhouse. I feel like I live there. And I HATE their music. I hate it. I actually […]

Gandalf has a lot in common with Santa…creepiness, mainly.

Ok, this is my post in which I mainly post to say that I’m alive. Yeah, I’m alive. I’ve been doing some serious slacking and lounging during the last few weeks, and blogging doesn’t necessarily fit under those categories. However, playing The Sims does.
On Christmas we spent the day watching Lord of the Rings. […]