One sounds cool, the other just induces mental images of big-hair and bell-bottom jumpsuits. That’s why we have a Crystal ball.
And yes, it is our living room. Why? Because our house is just that awesome. Time for a crystal gallery!
note: I can’t set these pictures to open in a new tab, but if you’d like them to, just hold the ctrl button when you click them.
Today Veronica showed me her very first comic book! Maybe Stephen has a replacement. The comic is called the Pouncing Bobcat. 
It depicts what Veronica does in the morning: Jump out of bed, snuggle, eat a peanut butter snack, and eat an Ibis (wait…). Pretty good for a seven year old. Veronica says she would make more comics but she can never keep an idea in her head long enough to write it. Looks like you’re safe for now Stephen.
I try not to have philosophical conversations/monologues/rants on the Longbow blog. This is in part because I don’t want to bore you, but even more so because my mood is so often reflected in my dialogues (at least to me), and then I look back on old post and think, “Man I was having a bad week.”
I keep making resolves not to expound about my personal thoughts, likes, and philosophies I’m just really bad at keeping them. Like today an exposition against exposition…nailed it.
I try not to get philosophical here on the Longbow Blog (mostly because I’m afraid I’d just look like a babbling dunce), but today I want to share a question that has been pressing on my mind for some time. Who discovered mushrooms were editable?
Most oddball cuisines- like the snails, sushi, and clams – I understand. Someone was obviously starving and decided, “eh, what’s the worst that could happen?” But we know the worst that can happen when you eat wild mushrooms, they’re not mushrooms but actually toadstools and you die.
Now I understand why you might try some foods that look like they should be deadly. People probably thought cherries were poisonous once upon a time. After all they’re small red fruits, but someone probably saw birds and other tiny critters eating them and thought, “Cool, they’re not dead so I can probably eat them!”
But really who thought to himself, “Well most of these little slimy things that grow in the dark in filth and refuse kill you and some of them just make you hallucinate, but these are slightly different. I think I’ll try some!”
It seems like a recipe for disaster.
I am currently experiencing the sublime ecstasy (well, maybe it’s only extreme joy (well, it’s at least a nice sense of satisfaction)) that I’m sure every woodwind player experiences after getting a new reed.
But this experience is even greater than the usual pleasure of playing with a good reed. Nay, the happiness is heightened by the horrible shape of my old reeds (they were grey and bent in half). They were so bad I had to play with them for half an hour before I could play the set right. These new reeds are better in every way. They have better sound, better control…they even taste better.
So, for dinner tonight we are eating goulash, and I was wondering; who decided to name it goulash? I mean, it sounds look the name of a horrifying monster. Don’t get me wrong, it looks and smells delicious, but personally I think someone who was editing a cook book, and a horror novel got confused and switched the recipe’s and the monster’s names. Soon in book stores near you; Night of the Delicious Meat Stew!
Today when I got out of school, I tried to call Mom, but I couldn’t. Not for any really good reason like I was fighting jaguars or diffusing a bomb. No, I couldn’t call Mom because I had lost my phone. I spent the next 5 minutes retracing my steps, until I suddenly noticed a bulge in one of my less used jacket pockets. It was my phone. That was when I came to the conclusion I had too many pockets.
Remember Stephen’s post about the uses of plastic swords? Well, as it turns out Veronica has figured out her own use for them. So the other day Veronica came up to Mom and said, “Hey Mom, look at my new insignia.” 
Mom said, “I didn’t know you had an insignia.” Veronica said, “Now I do!” Looks like those plastic swords can also be used for insignias. Who knew?
You know you’ve been in college too long when you take into account how likely it is your teacher will be late for your class when determining when you need to start heading for school. For example my Digital Media teacher is always at least five minutes late because he’s helping students from his previous class. This means I have a five minute grace window before class, but my Machine Learning Professor is never late so I have to be in class precisely on time.
In case you’re wondering it was my Machine Learning class that sparked this bit of introspection, and no, I was not late. I was in class precisely on time.
Happy belated Thanksgiving everyone. We were kinda busy today with company,. and helping serve Thanksgiving breakfast at St. Joseph. We had a great time serving food with our friends this morning, and entertaining our friends this afternoon.
