Turning manure into mochi

In feudal Japan, the masu was a measure of rice that would feed one person for a day, not something to swill sake out of.

I. Am. Having. An Idea.

Forty masu. Feeding people who REALLY need it.

Watch this space.

Pleasing things

Dad remembered to email me and let me know WHEN he's at UCSC for the Dickens thingy.

Our safety manager must've seen me wearing a wrist brace last Thursday: I found a box on my desk this morning containing an ergonomic mouse.

Our safety trainer wandered by my desk at 11:57 and looked at me with that look that says "Bento? Sushi Avenue? Now?"

GWW has confirmed receipt of my class proposals, again with one of those eager "We promise not to suck this year!" statements.

Collegium Caidis has confirmed receipt of my class proposals (thanks gottasing !)  with a query as to when I was planning on getting there and could I teach both days or did I need to smush it into one. I figured on an iron man drive straight from work can get me down there late Friday evening.

My ticket to the USS Hornet Museum for Saturday has been ordered and will be at Will Call for me.

The Alameda Borders had a copy of Magnificent Desolation in stock so I can take it to the book signing.

Bing cherries were $1.77/pound at Safeway.

Waterloo Bridge was on TCM when I got home. (Could Robert Taylor have been any more darling, Darling?)

I'm waiting for the results of an eBay auction in 27 minutes. Don't want to jinx it by saying what it's for just yet.
I won! MINE!

The average SCA feast admission costs around as much as a 15 pound bag of rice.