I've almost forgotten how to blog.

I really love Neil Gaiman's writing sometimes. Sometimes I have such high expectations that I end up a little disappointed, which is what happened with American Gods. But then sometimes I reread an old story and find my little heart warmed. I'd like to write a review on Death: The Time of Your Life, but anyone who's mildly familiar with comics has heard of it, read it, and liked it. It's perfect. It makes me happy. There's my review.

Eeh. I just realized I've got another review due in a couple of weeks.

So our place is going condo and we're moving again to a very nice big upstairs apartment in a charming neighborhood by Bellingham High School. The neighborhood is full of churches, which leads me to believe that Adia will grow up believing that Buddha, Jesus, Yahweh and Ahura Mazda play cards on weekends. Who has the best poker face? Debate.

Christmas time is here again. I am trying to make gluten-free pie crust. I am insane.