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Friday, November 1, 2013
Thursday, October 31, 2013
The first thing that happened was I woke up not feeling great. When you have a busy week ahead and you wake up on Monday morning not feeling great, that's not promising. As you all know, I am very close with my sisters. Well, the next thing that happened was an explosive argument via text. This was all before 9:30 a.m.
Then, when I arrive at the office, I notice that I forgot to bring my laptop. I really, really, really, REALLY hate when that happens. So, I go to my office, get notes, and decide to just work from home. I thought, "Okay, well, everything is telling me to go home, so I'll just go home and maybe the day will improve."
Work work work...
I actually got a lot done. By dinner time, I started to believe that the Apocalypse might not happen that day after all and I was ready to enjoy the evening. Had a great dinner, and then I was about to head upstairs to shower when--*plop!*--I dropped my two-month old phone. For those of you who have not visited the Nu Residence, we have the hardest stone floors known to mankind. I picked up my phone to find this.
This is when my brain screamed, "orz!"
Update: Oh, wait, today is Thursday!
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
In the Nu Residence, there is a special place for cats. It has a heated floor and is generally left alone during the daytime with the lights out. "Purrfect" is the only word capable of doing it justice. It is the Cat Opium Den and it is open for business for the 2013-2014 season! Below are photos of a happy customer at the grand opening.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
In the middle of America is a place that is known as "The Dark Place." I had not seen The Dark Place since I left it some time ago. I went back recently and it wasn't as dark as I remembered it!
My first day many moons ago was a day similar to this one. I walked through this archway and went to my first class--Contracts at 7 a.m. Mr. Gargoyle looked on. The quad greeted me with its light and trees and squirrels. Oh, Mr. Squirrel! How I missed you.
Then, there's the school itself, with its old reading room and new(er) law library. Yes, the new law library is a modern structure that is built underground (just the way rabbits like it). But, one wouldn't feel buried in it, not with all the light streaming in from the windows. Here, you can see from the outside at ground level where the law library is dug into the ground and extends from the reading room's stained glass windows. From the inside of the law library, you can see the reading room's stained glass windows, and vice versa. The old watching over the new, and the old in the eyes of the new. In fact, when I used to be a younger rabbit, here was my favorite seat for studying. It was hard to study, though, because I was so tempted to just gaze through the windows. The library was a multi-tiered warren, similar to the double-tiered warren that is the Nu Warren, and filled with nooks and crannies for studious rabbits.
As to classes, here is the class room where my first class took place. I sat here. The building has beautiful long corridors with stone floors polished and worn down by foot traffic, and lined with windows teaching against crimes like barratry (ambulance chancing). Sometimes, the windows are good for just looking out of, which isn't half bad at this time of year. Here is where I got my school mail. My locker was the first one on the left in this room. Here is where I was, when Mr. Nonny Nu narrated via cell phone that a second plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. On that note...
I finally got to walk around town and just see places. Lo and behold, I found a hammock. I also ate at the famous deli in town where a vegetarian clerk named Brian gave me a great recommendation on a reuben. It was also chock full of tasty bottled items, sammiches, and AWESOME salads (I sampled four types).
All in all, it was a great trip. For some odd reason, I never thought I would ever go back. But now that I have, I'm glad. I guess sometimes it takes time away to become friends with a place.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
On that trip, I met up with an old friend from yesteryear--Old Chap. Back in the day, Old Chap, Cl. Panic, Green Thumbs McGillicutty, L. Woods, and I all worked in the same law firm. Old Chap was in the London office. One wintry day, we all flew to Washington, D.C., to participate in some training, and that's where we all met each other. We have kept in touch since then! It was one of only a handful of good things that came out of working in that firm.
Naturally, when I finally made my way to London, I called up Old Chap and off we went to have wonderful Pakistani food. We went to Tayyabs. O. M. G. This was so good. But Old Chap's food tips didn't end there. He also directed me to Fortnum & Mason, described by Old Chap as "the quintessential supplier of English goodies." Boy, he was not kidding.
On my last full day in London, I paid a visit to Fortnum & Mason and bought so many biscuits (cookies), teas, and jellies. Most were slated for gifts to friends and family. But I learned a valuable lesson: Send food gifts as soon as possible because, the longer you hold on to them, the more likely they will end up in your own stomach. There were two jellies (a hunter's marmalade and a rose jelly) that were slated for MonkeyPig and 3-Fish, respectively. Those did not survive long enough in the US to reach their intended destinations. So, I ordered replacements (plus other things) online. I kept the dark lime jelly (detailed description).
Dutifully, I sent the goodies to their intended recipients. In advance of their arrival, I tell 3-Fish that I'm sending her a rose jelly. Well, guess who's too good for rose jellies and breakfast in general? So, I tell 3-Fish to send the rose jelly back if she's not going to eat it because I would eat it. The rose jelly was delivered back to my house yesterday. What's wrong with this picture? Yep, Mr. Nonny Nu had to pay the postman $1.55 because *somebody* didn't pay the full postage. But here is the treasure trove, complete with polar bear greeting card to Mr. Nonny Nu conveying a hateful but accurate complaint about a most beloved rabbit: