Oh, rats!

Happy belated Year of the Rat!

My favorite rat this year: Yuki. No, no ... that's not really true. Two of my favorite Matts in the world (Matthew and Mattie) are Rats. But I started reading Fruits Basket last year and have become horribly addicted, so Yuki definitely makes it into my Top 10 Rats list.

(Note to self: Don't blame Mom for not liking somebody who describes himself on MySpace as a "Crazy crack-smoking lampworker." It's a joke, Mom. Really.)

(Second note to self: Give Matthew hell for choosing the username "Pew Pew the Fluffy Bear.")

Somebody sent my boss a couple of boxes of chocolate mice to celebrate the New Year. They have little silk tails and almond ears. I'd send each of you a box if they weren't totally out of my price range ($30 for a box of nine). Instead, you can feast your eyes on my chocolaty little friend posing on top of my Logitech. It's mouse-on-mouse action!

I was born in the year of the monkey:

People born in the Year of the Monkey are the erratic geniuses of the cycle. Clever, skillful, and flexible, they are remarkably inventive and original and can solve the most difficult problems with ease. There are few fields in which Monkey people wouldn't be successful but they have a disconcerting habit of being too agreeable. They want to do things now, and if they cannot get started immediately, they become discouraged and sometimes leave their projects. Although good at making decisions, they tend to look down on others. Having common sense, Monkey people have a deep desire for knowledge and have excellent memories.

Some of that isn't true -- for example, I have no memory and I'm not that great at making decisions. But a lot of it is true. Forsooth, I am agreeable! I have lots of common sense! I am an erratic genius! (Mmhmm. You just keep believing that.)