I spent some time with the laptop last night, trying to get the Gentoo GUI installer to work - I finally gave up after about the millionth time and started doing the install the old fashioned way. Not a big deal. I came upstairs after setting it going on a big compile, and saw William sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of ketchup. We ran out of ketchup last week, so we bought some over the weekend, and so William had a 1.5L ketchup bottle in his hands that was very nearly full. Anyway, he was doing something with it that he didn’t think he should have been, so when I came into the kitchen, he panicked. He dropped the ketchup bottle on the floor, and the bottle snapped open at the bottom, leaking ketchup all over the place. It bounced a bit too, and the end result was ketchup on the wall, ketchup on the floor, ketchup on the chair, and a little ketchup on William. We cleaned it up together, with Erin’s help, and none of us were the worse for the wear. William’s comment upon seeing the ketchup on the floor was “I closed the lid so the ketchup couldn’t get out. That’s impossible.” Then he repeated “That’s impossible” several times. It was hard to keep a straight face.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Nacho, nacho man…I want to be a nacho man…” - Homer