The wind bites at the heels of clouds as they gracefully crest the distant rolling green. Behind the trees the sky blushes, turning the clouds to fire.

I think of the snow this morning, large, white, damp flakes that coated the world so briefly before melting. Inside and warm, Hermes and I dance to the steady beat of wordplay.

I’d like you to take a moment and look at this google image search of “blackberry pie”. Notice something? Not a single one of them look half as good as my pies. Some of them even tried to do a lattice crust, and the results were, frankly, rather sad. Amy says “pie duel!”, to which I respond, “It’s so on, dude!”

I am ten pie-ninjas.

Amy knows my super secret, (I’m too cool for surfer chicks) so it might be a close battle.

This week I’m ordering a digital projector to go with the home theater surround system that I bought yesterday. Once assembled, this set-up will shake worlds, decimate the minds of children, and annoy neighbors. And I’m so absolutely excited. Wanna come over and watch a movie?