Christmas Day Shah Entertainment

Wee! I feel so loved!

I don't really like that bright light of yours.

All right, party's over. This has gotten old...

E-nuf... e-nuf...

Maybe if I lick you you'll st... aaah!! Help!!

I don't know if you can tell, but I am overly irritated at this poinit.

This is excessive.

I'm leaving now

... and I'm not coming back out.


Merry Christmas, all.

You give life to others; there is no greater love. Except, perhaps, giving... muuuuuuuusic!

Current mood: musically entwined
Currently listening to: Chris Thile - "Eureka!"

Maroo-- the Katherine has inspired me to post, what with all her bloggedness.

This fellow is phenomenal, I should tell you. The dearest Megagonessitissity introduced me to him last weekend at Biltmore (by the way, a kid fainted and caused a domino effect amid the choir during one of the performances, and I was the last in a row of three to fall), and he is wonderfabulous to infinity and beyond!
Chris Thile, that is.

Er, what has been happening?

I have been developing strategies for aiding humanity. Sort of.

I also got whacked in the face tonight, but it is not really as relevant as it could have been: I was informed of the possible presence of a much-awaited postal delivery, and, recalling that today I had not checked the mail because I had become skeptical of receiving anything worth reading anymore, I put on my shoes, grabbed my coat, and sprinted to the mailbox only to discover mild disappointment. It was the SAT's, I tell you.

But the truly significant occurrences have yet to take place, so all shall be well-- at least for now. I sincerely hope this scenario will not repeat itself when it matters.

Nevertheless, I should be working on 'conomics of Doom so as to conclude this stupid semester of Doom, but I am really tired of that scoowample, so I shall preoccupy myself with the stupidity tomorrow-- or, well, later on today.

Instead, I shall post some pictures of things that really do matter!

Oh, and I have enrolled in an online Nuclear Physics course with minimal applicational studies for next semester! Yippee!

Coffee makes life better.

And then, it hits her. Mrs. Candle realizes that rats have good and bad qualities, as any other being, essentially. All you really need is love.

Current mood: insatiable
Currently listening to: Jack Johnson - "Flake"

The light flickers. The candle tips over for no apparent reason-- well, wait. There is an underlying reason, literally: the rats have been at it again. Eating wax... those mutant, crazy rats of doom have been eating the base of the candle, and it tips over for a mildly apparent reason. Indeed, a mildly apparent reason after all.

The light goes out... and what is to occur thereafter? Can the miserable chunk of wax spring arms and utilize a lighter for self-illumination? Mayhaps an incantation of some form will work... but with no fire?

What a terrible dilemma, the candle has. Poor Mrs. Candle. Perhaps it should roll about. Roll about where? There? There there or there other there?

Hmm.

What strange things, the candles consumed by those voracious rats of doom.