1] I'm sitting on my thumbs, waiting quite impatiently for Canada Post to deliver a package I'd ordered some time ago. It seems apropos of me to talk about it, seeing as how it fits in with the apparent theme I've forced upon this cyberjournal.
B] I had nothing to say.
I think someone probably said at some point that creativity or whatever breeds, like, creativity or whatever. Didn't they? Sounds like something someone would say. Anyway, I think, conversely, that lack of productivity is sucking my desire to be productive. Part of the point of the blog* thing was to keep me from being pulled into the sucker-hole of general unemployed apathy. But... yeah. That's clearly not what anyone** came here to read.
They wanna know one thing: What I feel about Lego Advent Calendars.
Day 9: Microjet.
I really dig these micro vehicles. They're, like, stupid simple, but that's why they're great. With about 3 and a half pieces they prove how smart Lego designers are and how dumb I am, because I never would have thought of it.
Day 10: Patriarch [I'm assuming]
|Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbour.|
|I... don't see it.|
|On the mantel is the Oscar Galifianakis will never be awarded 'cause he's "funny."|
Day 12: Some sort of... thing? An apparatus of some sort?
So that's all for now. Canada Post still hasn't made its delivery, but at least I found out that something I put on Kijiji is being bought by some dude. So hooray for that. I'm going to Licks!
* Have I mentioned at some point that I hate that word? I hate that word. But here I am making this thing, so I should suck it up already.
** No one.