Ever since reading this brilliant thing (update: oops, I mean this brilliant thing - same author), I've been meaning to finally join Twitter. Now I have. Here I am. What about you?
Recent scene in the teacher's lounge (not that we call it that):
Me, changing the topic: "Pumpkin Spice."
(beat)
Co-worker: "Oh my god. I know."
(later that week)
Me, while someone is talking about something else: "Pumpkin Spice."
Co-worker: "Pumpkin Spice!"
Me: "How do they expect us to sleep?"
Suffice to say, if we'd adopted Snorre a week later, there's a good chance I would've just named him "Pumpkin Spice Frapuccino (with creme base instead of coffee, venti please)." A hell of a name for a little hammie, but it's a hell of a drink.
I think Snorre agrees:
Snorre seems to be about 2-3 months old; the SPCA didn't know. He's a platinum, which means his "real" fur colour is hidden by white. You can see bits of reddish-brown here and there, especially around his "dust ruffle" and ears. This puts me in mind of our Snowflake, gone almost three years now, but of course he is his own ham.
A very sweet ham, too. At first he had no personality, no clue what to do what the wheel, and completely baffled by seeds being served in a dish. Two weeks (come Monday) later, and he has transformed into an eager sweetie, so impressed with everything he's seen so far (peanut butter on a Milkbone! playpens! CHINCHILLA SAND!) that he comes running when he hears us. What a feller.
If we're sensible, though, we've washed our hands before scooping him up. Snorre feels threatened by the smell of the other male hamsters on our hands and nips accordingly. Well, hand-washing's always a good idea with a new ham, anyway.
Mike said I wasn't going to put this picture on Flickr. Apparently his psychic skills were way off. Here he is, having just woken up, and already deep into the "Dumbledore is Gay!" reaction threads:
And here he is at the Renaissance fair with a sausage roll, one of the pics I didn't put up before because of that pesky cold:
I also got around to uploading all the photos from our free visit to Madame Tussauds last month. (Once a year they usually let teachers in free. For what it's worth, the Venetian and Tropicana casinos are frequently very kind like this to CCSD employees. Thanks go out to both.)
Unfortunately, I didn't have the external flash then, so most of the photos are either flashy-nasty or dim and blurry. (This was also before the external shutter release, perfect for Miss Shaky Hands here.)
MT in Las Vegas is okay, but the quality of the figures didn't impress me like the one in London. (Then again, I was 16 when I visited the one there.) After some thought, though, I wonder if it isn't because the people being depicted at the Vegas museum are rather fake looking in real life. The better waxworks were of, say, people like Benny Hill. The slideshow is here, and here is one I took of Diana (inexplicably - maybe? - in the "Americana" section) and manipulated a bit:
I do like their Shirley MacLaine mannequin:
And finally, I think this is what we'd get if Stevie Wonder and Mike went on the "Yamaha" rollercoaster and bought the on-ride photo:
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