Raiders of the Lost Post

Well, I hope the fact that I typed a really long post and then closed my browser accidentally instead of posting it is not an omen for the rest of my day.
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According to American Greetings, today is "Talk Like a Mad Scientist Day". I'm not sure I consider a greeting card company to be a reliable source about holidays, but hey. Your reality is what you make it. This was a momentous discovery, but not so momentous as the discovery that I'd missed out on "Monkey Day", which was apparently on the 22nd (which also happens to be the birthday of wildnsquirrelly. Coincidence? I think not.). I am so saddened by missing Monkey Day that I am declaring today to also be Monkey Day (or, as I have just learned, Dia de los Monos), or maybe Belated Monkey Day. You make the call.

Anyway. I didn't get any sleep of note last night, so I'm starting off a little bit punchy today. I did sleep for about three hours running, but then woke up with the unshakeable impression that I was sleeping in the house that I lived in when I was in high school. I do this from time to time, wake up and have an entirely wrong idea about where I am, either physically or in terms of where I am in life. It's not so bad as long as I am sleeping alone.

But that's not important. What's important is that I am waiting to hear from triadruid about his vasectomy consultation this morning. I was supposed to go with him and kittenpants, but had a meeting that I had to be at here instead. Of course, when I got here, I discovered that the meeting had been cancelled. Oh well, c'est la vie. I sent him with a note from me, anyway. Not that my opinion is going to be important to the doctor, probably, but it never hurts to be prepared.

Finally, a bit of fluff. I had to see your lists, so now you have to see mine. Or not. ( Ten Fictional Characters I'd Not Mind Bringing To Bed )

Raiders of the Lost Post

Well, I hope the fact that I typed a really long post and then closed my browser accidentally instead of posting it is not an omen for the rest of my day.
*****
According to American Greetings, today is "Talk Like a Mad Scientist Day". I'm not sure I consider a greeting card company to be a reliable source about holidays, but hey. Your reality is what you make it. This was a momentous discovery, but not so momentous as the discovery that I'd missed out on "Monkey Day", which was apparently on the 22nd (which also happens to be the birthday of wildnsquirrelly. Coincidence? I think not.). I am so saddened by missing Monkey Day that I am declaring today to also be Monkey Day (or, as I have just learned, Dia de los Monos), or maybe Belated Monkey Day. You make the call.

Anyway. I didn't get any sleep of note last night, so I'm starting off a little bit punchy today. I did sleep for about three hours running, but then woke up with the unshakeable impression that I was sleeping in the house that I lived in when I was in high school. I do this from time to time, wake up and have an entirely wrong idea about where I am, either physically or in terms of where I am in life. It's not so bad as long as I am sleeping alone.

But that's not important. What's important is that I am waiting to hear from triadruid about his vasectomy consultation this morning. I was supposed to go with him and kittenpants, but had a meeting that I had to be at here instead. Of course, when I got here, I discovered that the meeting had been cancelled. Oh well, c'est la vie. I sent him with a note from me, anyway. Not that my opinion is going to be important to the doctor, probably, but it never hurts to be prepared.

Finally, a bit of fluff. I had to see your lists, so now you have to see mine. Or not. ( Ten Fictional Characters I'd Not Mind Bringing To Bed )