Epiphany (the feast, not the browser) and what came after it

Fin had a pretty good birthday, I think. Alex and I were going to make a cake for her, but her mother came over and made her a birthday tea which involved steak and ice-cream (but not both at once).
From Neil Gaiman's blog we learn that the Uncle books are to be reprinted at last. Uncle is an elephant who wears a purple dressing-gown and lives in a castle as big as a city that has never been fully explored. The company which owns the publishing rights would not reprint them because they thought they were classist or something.
I had a strange dream where there was an orange ferret loose in our kitchen (but it wasn't the kitchen of any house I know) and we had to chase it out. Later, in another dream, I was told there was an exciting adventure holiday that Rio and I could go on together, and it happened to be in Gwent. I went and looked at the details but they had a map of Glamorgan. (The only word I remember reading from the brochure now I'm awake is "Chwefror", February, so possibly it would have been a rather cold holiday.)
Uruguay to be the first South American country to have civil unions.
"It's all a conspiracy that people won't fix the bugs we ask for, for free, and it's just because they disagree with us politically." I don't think I ever enquired as to the political leanings of anyone raising a bug before...
Riordon, Alex and I played Mao last night; it was Rio's first time playing the game, and she got a bit frustrated, as anyone does their first time playing Mao. We decided by mutual agreement to call the game off after about ten minutes, but I overheard her saying to herself later, "Penalty cards aren't penalties like at camp where you don't get sweets or something, and it's just really like Uno but you don't talk." Then she came over where I was working and asked me what you say during a point of order when you're not allowed to say those words, and we had a discussion about how Mao is a formalised representation of learning anything-- a way of learning about learning, really, in the form of a game, and how learning anything new can be a frustrating experience too.
I love PostSecret. This was my favourite card this week. I think anyone who is good enough to introduce you to Borges deserves really good beer, just as anyone who is good enough to introduce you to Nesbit deserves really good tea. But on that note, I was contacted the other day by Professor Christianson, who taught me years ago, telling me amongst other things about his new book, and when he heard about Riordon he is apparently sending her a copy. I will post more when it happens.