A Day with Tikistitch

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Arrived at work. Read blastmilk's blog. Evil Volks corporation is scheming to take ALL TIKISTITCH'S MONEY, grrrr, grrrr....

Went to lunch with grad student officemate, who is desperately trying to avoid working on his dissertation. Spent noon hour consuming mediocre Thai food and dissing on evil Bush administration. Arrived back at office to discover power in entire building had been cut off!!! COINCIDENCE!?!?

We think not.

Arrived home in early afternoon to frantic message from Mr. Tikistitch: his evil high tech company is forcing Mr. Tikistitch to go partying with British people this evening. CAN Tikistitch make it to the mailbox place in his stead?



Leapt into the breach, or actually, into the Tikimobile, sweeping away nesting spiders, and charged off. Hmmmm. Tikimobile making strange "hssssss" sound. Grumpy old mailbox clerk ignores Tikistitch and wanders off with another customer. Grumpy young mailbox clerk huffs and puffs and finally disgorges our packages. He spends a good 15 minutes in the storeroom carefully stacking each package onto a hand truck, which he then hastily unloads just 18 inches outside the storeroom door. (The nice clerk just lets us take the handtruck to the car, we think, because he enjoys seeing us cleverly think of new ways to spill carefully stacked packages on the way.)



Arrived home to discover reason for bizarre hissing noise: right front tire is FLAT FLAT FLAT! Flatter 'n the president's head. That's how flat.

Opened box from Japan.



SQUEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Cuuuutest Stitch EVAH!

This guy is from Sega. He is actually so chibi, he can't support his big old head, and keeps toppling over from the cuteness.