I have a hard time explaining myself

You have a frightening way of slipping in between the cracks and making me laugh, despite myself, against my will, beyond good reason.

Don't.

This can only end in disaster.

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Late this afternoon, JR popped into my screen and told me Kurt Vonnegut was dead. I didn't really know Vonnegut; I only know of him vaguely... a writer, a writer good enough that fictional characters in books I have read talk of wanting to study under him. BB thought he only wrote profoundly incomprehensible stuff. But apparently he wrote this: Long Walk to Forever. And I think to myself, how come I haven't read him?!? It's like never having known... ee cummings' "Somewhere I have never travelled" or Neruda's Sonnet XVII.

Plus, he writes science fiction.

I have to find this guy's works.

Lose Some, Win Some

SO. For those who haven’t heard, we’ve been robbed.

The Lummoxes are safe, don’t worry. We’re just poorer.

It’s a shame. I was actually really planning to celebrate laptop’s 6^th anniversary in my possession. With a (cup)cake and everything! But the robbers got to him first. Oh laptop, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you!

So it should come as no surprise when I say: we’ve abandoned the room with a Biew. How embarrassing. We only lasted a month! L Anyone know of a place in Makati three freshly robbed siblings can safely rent?

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On another note, mamee Lern applied for a car loan so next week, we’ll be greeting Benihime, the new car. Maybe there will be pictures in the next blog.

Also, there’s a new baby in the house. His name’s supposed to be Diego, but father is afraid (he has the oddest fears) that that’s not a very good name for a dog because it’s too human. Who knows! We might be entertaining a man named Diego in the house in the future and wouldn’t he find it insulting to know our dog has his name?

Diego is a miniature pinscher, brown, and he’s tiny. People in the house like looking in on him just to be able to say, “Ang liit!” To illustrate how small, let me provide a description: he can literally, fit in the palm of your hand. He’s like a marsupial… or a rat.

So far, possible names that have been bandied about are: Choco, Joe, Bruiser… that last is from Ruddie. I mean imagine calling out, “Bruiser!” and have charging in this barking, snarling… marsupial dog. Kinda funny. Maybe there will be pictures of him in the next blog too.

By the way Happy Easter, all!