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We went to the Royal Agricultural Winter Fair this weekend! I've been looking forward to this for weeks. (Although, to be absolutely and scrupulously honest, it was mostly because I wanted to go to the Superdogs show, because one of the Superdogs is an Old English sheepdog named — I kid you not — Puff Daddy. But we saw and I enjoyed other things, too.)

The full photoblog will have to wait, though, because I am feeling a tad delicate this morning, thanks to the (very) recent acquisition of Rock Band 3. It was the first time we've played it in our new house, which means that it's likely the first time we've played Rock Band this year. That is, as you can imagine, way too long, so we are thinking about having monthly get-togethers with friends for Guitar Hero/Rock Band goodness. Because everybody's life can be a little bit improved with some loud belting out of Bon Jovi, yes?

(Don't pretend you're too good to appreciate Bon Jovi. Or Survivor. If you don't enjoy singing Eye of the Tiger with three of your closest and possibly tin-eared friends, then you a) have no soul, and b) are not welcome in my house because it's just going to make you miserable.)

We also curled — as substitutes on a friend's team — and it was a lot of fun. We still didn't win, but at least this time it was close. (The last few times, it has been less than close.)

And I made a very good risotto (my usual recipe).

But, okay, the best part of the weekend really did have to do with a race, a tunnel, and a sheepdog.


Pd calls this the sheepdog hadron collider. Look at him go!