The Mines and The Miners

It seems that I have joined the flickr legions. I didn’t even realize what was happening until I was already part of the system and it was too late for me. Like Tenar, I am trapped in this knowledge, yet afraid to throw it away and flee. So, I shall remain for now. Feel free to avail yourself of the new awesomeness that is my flicker account.

As a sidenote, I am now fairly recovered from the sickness that was harassing me during the past fortnight, and per Beth’s suggestion I have decided on a name for my bear-shaped companion containing Grade A Clover Honey. This bottle shall henceforth be know as “Molly“.
This past weekend witnessed the recurrence of the InterVarsity Christmas Formal. As such, there was some standing around, some dancing, and a playlist that was, to quote my own category, “Decidedly Random”.

I, of course, proceeded to post copious quantities of pictures on flickr to relieve the weight of my compulsion. I think it helped. And since there are no videos, you cannot tell how poorly I dance…or, to put it another way, how poorly the word “dancing” applies to what it is that I do. I think we can all be thankful that we don’t have to see that.