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We *may* have spent part of the day yesterday (when the ice giant Ymir visited Albany and bedecked the land with a frosty dollop, leaving us trapped inside, huddling together for warmth) unwrapping Christmas presents early.  We did this because (a) it doesn’t make much sense to drag everything down with us to Rhode Island, where we’ll be spending “calendrical Christmas,” just to have to port it back with us; (b) Pru had already partially unwrapped most of the presents, anyway; and (c) I have very poor impulse control.  Photos of our premature Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanza/Saturnalia can be found here.

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The Big Oh-One

Happy Birthday, Prudence!

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Halloween has come and gone, and Dwyeropolis is still laden-down with sweet, sweet candy.  We may have slightly overestimated the number of trick-or-treaters who would brighten (or darken?) our lintel.  And by “slightly”, I mean “by an order of magnitude”.  So, the bleak loneliness of my existence has been laid bare.  But on the plus side, more candy corn for me! I suppose that what you’re actually interested in is pictures of the Pru-bear in her Halloween costume, rather than my Werner Herzog-esque whining about the endless dissappointments that life brings our way.  And so, without da further a-do: (more…)

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We have arrived in Rensselaer.  At the moment we’re just hanging out, waiting for the movers to catch up to us.  Cal is very fond of having an almost entirely carpeted living space, though his feelings towards the two flights of stairs are somewhat more mixed (as mine will no doubt be soon, once you-know-who really gets crawling).

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Fun with Monopolies

Not so much fun: spending a half-hour in the automated customer service line with TimeWarner Cable, pressing the buttons I’m being instructed to press if I want to disconnect my service, only to get sent to the sales department, where I’m very politely told that they can’t help me but will connect me to the department that can.  By which they mean dumping me back into the automated system, where I again press the correct buttons and get sent to sales, where I’m again politely told that they can’t help but will connect me to the department that can, and so on.  After this happened three times, with yours truly offering increasingly desperate insistences that I *am* pressing the correct buttons and that just sending me back to the computer switchboard won’t help, I hang up and try the website, where my only option is to fill out a pretty generic inquiry form.  I’m told I should expect a response within 48 hours.

ConEd, at least, made it quite easy to discontinue my service.  So that’s something.

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…but Texas wants her anyway.

Ready to depart for Pru’s first ever-trip to Texas.  It will be a three-way reunion:  Sarah’s 10th high school reunion, a Horney family reunion, and my long-awaited reunion with Whataburger.

Are we excited?

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Pru Poll


Water will do that too ya

Does Pru look more like her mom or her dad here? Anyone?

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