At Hothead Games HQ…
Daisy: How about I try to sell people water in the office?
Cary: That sounds good. How much for a glass?
Daisy: Well, I’d like to charge $20, but I don’t think they’ll pay that. How about 25 cents?
Cary: That sounds good, but I don’t know how many people will go for it.
Daisy: Well, here’s what we’ll do. You pay me a quarter so everyone sees. Then I sell a bunch because they see it’s a good deal, and then after I give you back your quarter.
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July 28th, 2008
For those of you who knew and feared him, our menacing kitty Gambit passed away peacefully today. He was accompanied into the Everafter by Smacky, his most favouritest toy in the whole universe, and his family was with him as he left.
All creatures are breathing easier now that he’s gone, but we loved him dearly and miss him. Smooth sailing, Cap’n Gam.
May 24th, 2008
So i have strep throat, AGAIN, and put my back out a couple of weeks ago and it isn’t healing up very quickly this time. In general, I’m in agony and I’m totally miserable and completely unable to take care of the kids, which means that Cary has to stay home to look after us which is NOT A GOOD THING a week before his game launches.
I was stooging around tonight in my misery and thought I’d dig up some Tiger Balm to rub on my neck muscles, since apparently the weight of ridiculously swollen and bloody tonsils has stressed out my sterno-mastoids. Whatever. Anyways, I find the little glass jar, jab my right middle finger into it, and am greatly surprised when my finger shoots out the bottom of the jar along with chunks of broken glass. When I pull it out to see what on Earth has just occured, several things become immediately obvious: a) a large chunk of my finger has been sliced neatly apart, b) it is very deep and spurting blood in a menacing fashion and c) it is FULL of Tiger Balm.
I shouted nervously for Cary, and it took some time for us to get all the Tiger Balm out, the bleeding under control and the finger bandaged up. And the moral of this story is that when you have a bad back and a sore throat, smear some Tiger Balm into an open wound. I guarantee that strep won’t seem so painful then.
May 13th, 2008
Yesterday we went to the grocery store. When we went through the check-out, Casey was trying to reach the Interac machine. The cashier handed it to him, he grinned, gave it a BIG HUG and gently put it back on the cash.
He is, quite possibly, the sweetest guy ever. This story is brought to you by a Happy Valentine’s Day.
February 14th, 2008
So yeah, it’s snowing. A lot!
First snowman at our new house.
January 27th, 2008
Happy birthday, Casey!
November 4th, 2007
I’ve mentioned this before, but the hair salon sign across the street is frequently an endless source of amusement. They did this one to themselves, while jointly announcing the return of their esthetician and a pedicure special.
I wonder if she uses a belt sander?
October 17th, 2007
It’s not the most lovely house in town, and it’s definitely not a dream house (dream 53-year-old half-duplex?), but it’s in Burnaby, near Daisy’s school and the area we love, and now it’s ours.
September 14th, 2007
About a month ago, Daisy became desperate for a World of Warcraft fix, so I re-activated Cary’s account for her to play on. It drove her crazy that every time she wanted to log on, she’d have to ask me to come over to his computer and enter his password for her. She begged to know what it was, and when I refused to tell her, she vowed to guess what it was herself. Later that day, as I was typing the password in for her yet again, she triumphantly announced that she knew what it was.
“Really?” I asked, wondering exactly how sharp her eyes were despite my fast typing.
“Yes,” she replied. “It’s ASSPANTS!”
I laughed for a solid minute, her face falling slightly with every moment that passed.
“Okay so it’s not ASSPANTS,” she concluded with a heavy sigh. “But am I at least close?”
September 2nd, 2007
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