Amazing

It's....MADE OF CUPCAKES!

Because I Was Playing Balderdash...

...and it came up. A list of the proper names for different groups of animals (e.g. a flock of birds, but cooler), courtesy of wikipedia:

1) A bask of alligators
2) A company of badgers
3) A cauldron of bats
4) A shrewdness of apes
5) A sleuth of bears
6) A rabble of butterflies
7) A glaring of cats
8) A coalition of cheetahs
9) A quiver of cobras
10) An intrusion of cockroaches
11) A murder of crows
12) An alliance of (male) dolphins
13) A party of (female) dolphins
14) A piteousness of doves
15) A convocation of eagles
16) A pipe of eels
17) An overabundance(!) of elephants (my favorite)
18) A business of ferrets
19) A trembling of finches
20) A bundle of frogs
21) A horde of hamsters
22) A kettle of hawks
23) A bloat of hippos (my second favorite)
24) A smack or smuth of jellyfish
25) An exaltation of larks
26) A leap of leopards
27) A risk of lobsters
28) A labor of moles
29) A mischief of mice
30) A parliament of owls
31) An amalgamation of pandas
32) An unkindness of ravens
33) A clutter of spiders
34) A scurry of squirrels
35) A lump of toads
36) A wisdom of wombats
37) A dazzle of zebras

In Other News...

Dollhouse finally got good this week! If any of you are Joss Whedon fans and you haven't been watching this show, you haven't missed out on anything. Until now. Don't even watch the first five episodes. Just start here.

Boston, the Baby City

Not as in "filled with babies", but the city itself is smallish and unintimidating. Easy transportation, cute and walkable neighborhoods, and friendly people. Then again, maybe every city feels more manageable after the gritty, hostile misery of New York. Not that I hate New York, but it does have a very special way of exhausting you. Last time I went, for example, it took me 2.5 hours to get from my house to Brooklyn. On the way back, I was thrilled that I had enough time to get a slice of pizza before my train, only to have a strange man sidle up to me in line and say "it's on me, don't even worry about it." When I kindly refused his offer, he said "but I'm just trying to establish a communication with you, girl....You're getting the supreme, huh? Alright. Alright. You got a boyfriend? That is one lucky ass man. I'm just trying to get to that communication. Mmmmmm mmmmm." Thank you, sir, for the creepy "mmm." Last time I checked, I did not in the least resemble a can of Campbell's. I will now attempt to avoid you by circling around Penn Station until my track is posted. So that's why I like Boston. Or maybe it's because I had a proper tea party! My friend Jess studied in London for a year and came back enamored of high tea, so she decided she should host one, and I have to say it was one of the cutest parties I have ever been to. I mean, check out her apron. She even had a tower of eclairs! And teacups! So many teacups...Maybe someday I will once again host parties, and I can only hope they will be as adorable as hers. Another reason I like Boston so much is Dana. I stayed with her while I was there and was treated like a princess. We made sushi, and cupcakes, and white russians. What's not to love? It's a city of baked goods and my favorite people. Now if only I could find a job there. Until then....eclairs!