not falling down

“Just imagine squeezing a monkey into a deflated balloon, and then inserting that balloon into another, much bigger balloon, and then filling the space between the two carcasses with strawberry jam. Even though you can’t see its shape anymore, there’s a monkey in there, and it still performs most of the normal monkey functions like picking up pencils and making fun of the teacher; it just has to do so through a load of blubber. That is what I sit by in class.”

Rejoice, ye people, for AUDREY HAS A BLOG!

The welding paste, naturally, failed magnificently on four different tries. It melted and solidified well

enough, it just wouldn’t bond to the cable or the pedal for very long: tiny amounts of pressure popped it right

off again.

After a Sunday which I spent slumped on the couch (compensating for the exertions of Saturday by not moving,

and instead beating an entire planet in a video game with my AWESOME lightsabers) Maria came home! And pointed

out, on the way in, that we already have a charcoal starter in the kitchen drawer, and that this starter utterly

surpasses any given cigarette lighter. My life is filled with pointless.

The payoff, I guess, is that my calves are looking mighty firm now. Shapely even. Hey, check me out!