What? Was I supposed to.... oh, wait, South to you! Hahahaha. Silly me.

Oh, btw. Velveeta has to work tomorrow. le sigh. So about those Blogger Joe present openings....

Er, did I say 'work'? No, I meant I have an important function..... a charity ball, yes, a charity ball - very fancy - that I am required to attend tomorrow.

The blog hid my post again, but Bobber fixed it. I've moved the comments to this blog.

Morning

hmmmm - priority mail tells me that something should be delivered today as a notice was left yesterday at 3:45 - although I'm not trusting those notice things this year since I never got the one the USPS said they left for me last weekend - but that's something else entirly

*grunt*

Wish I still worked in Watertown today....lots of "athenistas" frequent that Panera.

Hey Vel what are your hours tomorrow? I know we're doing some last minute running in the morning but I was going to work around what time was good for everyone else

'Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual Yuletide celebration, and throughout our place of residence, kinetic activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this potential, including that species of domestic rodent known as Mus musculus.

Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the wood burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among whose folkloric appellations is the honorific title of St. Nicholas.

The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically through their cerebrums. My conjugal partner and I, attired in our nocturnal head coverings, were about to take slumberous advantage of the hibernal darkness when upon the avenaceous exterior portion of the grounds there ascended such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt compelled to arise with alacrity from my place of repose for the purpose of ascertaining the precise source thereof.

Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing this fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without, reflected as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian itself - thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to behold a miniature airborne runnered conveyance drawn by eight diminutive specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a minuscule, aged chauffeur so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly apparent to me that he was indeed our anticipated caller. With his ungulate motive power travelling at what may possibly have been more vertiginous velocity than patriotic alar predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled breath musically through contracted labia, and addressed each of the octet by his or her respective cognomen - "Now Dasher, now Dancer..." et al. - guiding them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the 32 cloven pedal extremities.

As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was performing a 180-degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved - with utmost celerity and via a downward leap - entry by way of the smoke passage. He was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebony residue from oxidations of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated on the walls thereof. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed largely to the plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in a commodious cloth receptacle.

His orbs were scintillant with reflected luminosity, while his submaxillary dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging amiability. The capillaries of his malar regions and nasal appurtenance were engorged with blood which suffused the subcutaneous layers, the former approximating the coloration of Albion's floral emblem, the latter that of the Prunus avium, or sweet cherry. His amusing sub- and supralabials resembled nothing so much as a common loop knot, and their ambient hirsute facial adornment appeared like small, tabular and columnar crystals of frozen water.

Clenched firmly between his incisors was a smoking piece whose grey fumes, forming a tenuous ellipse about his occiput, were suggestive of a decorative seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was high, and when he waxed audibly mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region undulated in the manner of impectinated fruit syrup in a hemispherical container. He was, in short, neither more nor less than an obese, jocund, multigenarian gnome, the optical perception of whom rendered me visibly frolicsome despite every effort to refrain from so being. By rapidly lowering and then elevating one eyelid and rotating his head slightly to one side, he indicated that trepidation on my part was groundless.

Without utterance and with dispatch, he commenced filling the aforementioned appended hosiery with various of the aforementioned articles of merchandise extracted from his aforementioned previously dorsally transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task, he executed an abrupt about-face, placed a single manual digit in lateral juxtaposition to his olfactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a gesture of leave-taking, and forthwith effected his egress by renegotiating (in reverse) the smoke passage. He then propelled himself in a short vector onto his conveyance, directed a musical expulsion of air through his contracted oral sphincter to the antlered quadrupeds of burden, and proceeded to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observable chiefly among the seed-bearing portions of a common weed. But I overheard his parting exclamation, audible immediately prior to his vehiculation beyond the limits of visibility: "Ecstatic Yuletide to the planetary constituency, and to that self same assemblage, my sincerest wishes for a salubriously beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period between sunset and dawn."

My mailbomb blogger joe gift has arrived!

Just tell us what time is good for tomorrow. My blogger Joe is still awaiting arrival in Virginia -- and I am here in ALpharetta. Bob has his with him, Tho!

well it looks like it should be before 3pm

Wha?

People have actually said that?

I believe you will find the hoop to be the same 10 feet tall as any other basketball hoop. Size matters not; the yutes in Waltham peewee play with a regulation NBA ball, so I would suppose the NCAA does, too.

Looking at the NCAA rules now.

Men's ball: maximum 30 inches, minimum 29 1/2...weight range 20-22 ounces.
Women's ball: maximum 29 inches, minimum 28 1/2...weight range 18-20 ounces.

Variations are so minimal that it's the same ball.

No distinction is made for backboard or hoop dimensions, and all the court dimensions and markings are the same.

hmmm- except for the one the Lady Huskies just broke it looks to me that these long winning streaks are held by women's teams

Good morning all. More errands to run today before work. And I am still waiting for my Blogger Joe gift which I guess should arrive today or tomorrow. I know mine reached it's destination.

omgomgomg.. I just heard they're re-releasing Chrono Trigger for iOS!

It's the system that runs on the iPhone, iTouch and iPad.

The last of the baking has just hit the oven!

I think I hear the Hallelujah Chorus somewhere...

I got a package today! Now off to the drugstore and hopefully finishing emptying my car before I go to work.

Chrono Cross thats what I think I have - I"m checking tonight

I used to have an SNES - gave it to my neighbors daughter a while ago

I got a copy of Bill Hicks: The Essential Collection from Scoopster. Hey, something to unwind to.

Although today I've got two errands to do before work which is fun without a car.