Adam was lying in bed tonight, gazing over at me. I said to him, somewhat coyly, “You’re staring at me.”

“Yes,” he replied lazily.

“Why?” I asked, dreaming of romantic replies such as “because I love you,” or “because you’re beautiful.”

“You’re in my direct line of sight.” He stated simply.

My husband Adam (also known as Bruce) is not an in-the-box kind of thinker.

Me: “I was going to ask you a question, but I forget what it was.”

Adam: “My anwer would have been ‘green.’ Or possibly ‘cookies.’”

I could survive for 28 seconds chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor

Huh. Well, now I know. Thanks to Michelle from Scribbit for helping me find this out.

An online conversation I actually had today:

Online Friend: “So, did you vote yesterday?”

Me: ‘”No, I’m Canadian.”

Online Friend: “That’s no excuse!”

Really? I thought being legally ineligible to vote in a country I don’t live in was a pretty good excuse, actually. But I guess that’s just my opinion…

Remember when I asked Colin what the opposite of Portland was and he said Florida? Well, It turns out the opposite of Portland is actually somewhere in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Huh.

Antipodr.com – find the other side of the world for anywhere you want. Not sure why you’d want to, but it might come in handy if Jeopardy ever gets big again or you ever meet Ken Jennings.

I just found a new way to make waking up and getting out of bed easier when your furnace is broken and the guys hasn’t come to fix it yet. Rare situation, yes, but you work with what you know, and I know our furnace is broken and the guy hasn’t come to fix it yet.

First you run out of bed as fast as possible and put on any clothes near the bed you can find, including socks, extra pants, sweaters and another sweater, on top of the warm pants, longsleeve and sweater you went to bed in. Then dive back under the giant duvet and wait until you are so hot you have to get out and take off some clothes or die of heat exhaustion. By then you are up and warm enough to brave the frigid house.

Of course this could also be filed under “ways to fall back asleep warm and cozy and make you late for work,” but I don’t usually find myself looking for ways to do that so I don’t think I need a file for it.

Since Colin and Emily moved to Orie-gone they are enjoying a west coast time zone, and are consequently three hours behind us. We always tease them that we are calling from the future, and how is it there in the past, anyways? Of course the joke gets old, but that doesn’t mean we stop saying it.

Adam and Colin have both just signed into i-Chat on their Macs to watch the end of the world series together (virtually) and talk about the game just as if they were in the same room, like we do for a lot of things since they have moved. But Adam is watching on Fox, Colin on TBS and fox is about 20 seconds behind. The i-Chat has no delay, but this means that Colin’s TV is essentially 20 seconds in the future. So now they’re trying to figure out how Colin is watching 20 seconds into the future, from three hours in the past.

Of course, Adam has had a few Steamwhistles and I am sure Colin is lubricating his World Series Experience in a similar fashion, so it makes the whole thing a lot harder for them to figure out too. They’re both quite befuddled about it now.

Adam is drinking from a glass that is bigger than his head.

Sorry.

Yesterday I threatened to throw a snowball at someone in an Etsy forum thread and someone else commented that I could since I live in Canada and I replied that I was in Toronto and yeah, it gets cold enough for snowballs here, but in January, not october and then ten minutes later it started to snow. In October.  In Toronto.

Emily found this in a community newspaper in Eugene, Oregon. At least it’s honest….