brett's logjam

I realized something about Merrystar and my’s new place that really disturbs me.

It’s really hard to defend against zombies.

Merrystar says I have other things to worry about.

She’s probably right.

Merrystar’s adjusting to living with someone who can’t seem to stop asking questions like “are these idiots on the internet watching the same show I am?”, “is there any reason to drive 55 in the left lane of the Beltway, ever?”, and “will you marry me?”

(The answers are no, no, and yes.)

So Merrystar and I are engaged; I proposed this past Friday, she accepted, and there was much rejoicing. We have not set a date for the wedding yet, but I’ve been told there will be *no* Elvis in the ceremony.

Ah well. There’s always the reception.

Happy December, y’all.

I went to Dallas for the holiday and was amazed to discover a new highway (the George Bush Tollway) where no highway existed before. I was able to run up to Corinth to pick up Sarah for lunch in something like 20 minutes. When I went to school at North Texas, it took 45 minutes to get across the lake. That giant canyon they dug years ago is now a highway. Holy crap.

And the speeds at which everyone drives! I’m usually one of the fast drivers on the beltway doing 70 in the left lane. I couldn’t do 70 in the right lane of the Dallas North Tollway without blocking traffic! I was driving about with my father on Christmas Eve and we had a good laugh about getting passed while doing 80 in normal traffic.

Like father, like son?