My sister used the term “twi-hards” in an email recounting her viewing of Twilight last week, and I nearly pissed myself laughing at the neologism. I thought she invented it. Turns out that the fans are actually using it themselves (along with “fanpires”). Suddenly it’s less funny.

Holy crap! Smile Korea Mart on George Street sells a 32cm soft serve ice cream cone. (That’s a FOOT-LONG to those of you on the old system.) I think I might have to come home via the city tonight…

Edited to add: OH, I DID IT!

My friend Nina and I couldn’t resist. Guess how much for this monstrosity? $2.70. THAT’S NOTHIN’. The little girl at the stand was amused by our enthusiasm. “We saw you on the Internet today,” we said. I got the chocolate/strawberry twist. I ended up with it all over my shirt. It was so very, very worth it.

Screw steampunk. Now, atompunk – that sounds like my style!

I’d like to try Space Beer.

My sister sent me a link to this news story about President Bush phoning a dozen servicemen in Iraq to wish them each a happy Thanksgiving. One of them was Dave Mickem, who was in my class in high school. I had no idea he was over there. (Upon second thought though, I seem to remember him saying something about joining the Army.) Anyway, best wishes and stay safe, Dave.