Having a young child is like having a messy, loud, inconsiderate roommate that you're not allowed to kick out of your house.

Happy holidays, everyone!

I just found out that I've been a criminal for the past three years. Apparently since 2009 you could recycle milk cartons in Vancouver. All this time I've been throwing them out and bitching about Vancouver's backward recycling program.

At least I'm not the only one who didn't know—AW didn't, either. The pain in the ass is that you don't get deposit for them and you still have to take them to a Return-it depot; grocery stores won't take them, and they can't go into the household recycling. So I guess the recycling program is still backward; just not as much as I'd thought.

I know what my New Year's resolution will be!

Finished copy editing a market research report and got as far as I could with the union journal I'm also editing. Now I can focus on some historical atlas action.

I'm pretty sure that my dad got Lil' Dude Hot Wheels tracks just so that he'd have an excuse to play with Hot Wheels tracks.

My sweetie just finished his final PhD defence. Hooray! This next week will prove to be a painful scramble to make thesis corrections, but he's almost done.

HT told me he was moving, so I made this into a poster and sent it to him as a housewarming gift. Turns out he's not quite moving yet, but I wanted him to get it before Christmas:

I made this a while back and sent it to SD. She's received it, so now I can post it:

I tried a variant with the dots coloured, but I think I prefer this one.

SD writes, "I tested it out on my family when they were here for Alexander's birthday and most of us saw it pretty quickly, except my mom, but she doesn't count because she is perpetually in a rush and not really noticing what she is doing."

So maybe it's not entirely squint free. I'll have to practise some more.