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Eric tries to tell me a joke.
"Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
He forgets the punchline and falls on the floor. There's no volume switch on my brother and I'm almost positive you can hear him three counties over. Life is much quieter in Seattle and I've gotten unused to him.
He's afraid of cannibals, and so the easist way to get rid of him, if you need to know, is to ask him why cannibals don't eat clowns.

On the sun today

When I was a very small child, I attended a private Christian school. My family was not religious (my father claimed to be a Buddhist) but I was too advanced to wait the extra year I would have had to since my birthday is so late. So they sent me to private school. Because of this brief educational jaunt, I was once in posession of a number of Bibles. I never took them with me when I moved and so I always assumed that they had stayed at my mother's. When she was in Seattle, I told her that I don't have one and since I'd been flipping through the book of Mormon and others I was sort of wishing I'd kept one around.
When I went to visit her today, she told me she had a Bible for me. Because of my aforementioned early ownership of several, I assumed it was going to be one of mine. You can imagine, then, my (retrospectively silly) surprise to be handed a copy of a Bible printed by the Watchtower Press. But really, what was I expecting her to give me. What I've been wondering, though, is if she got rid of all my Bibles. Is that ok? How do you dispose of them? Are there Bible recycling facilities? I remain confused.

I hear it's snowing again at home, and I think it's time to be there. I've taken a disappointing lack of pictures on this trip but I'm really just completely dissatisfied with my camera.

Also, when I was playing with the puppy today, Stacey told me that I really do need a dog. So I'm glad to see that it's painfully obvious to people besides myself.