Watching the tiny shapes tumble around off of a grid is strangely satisfying.
I always felt my rude gestures could use a bit of class.
I really did want to make an omelet, but how can I complain when that little ghost is so cheery?
They'll allow their likeness for an adorable plate AND they let you use their guts as a sleeping bag! Thank you, Tauntaun!
Oh how I wish I could hug the real sun after our interminable northwest winters.
Now when you send a letter, a little Frenchman can deliver the news.
Now if only it would make all my friends sound like Mickey when they call me.