One Monkey, Thirteen Years

I've been way too worthless in my first few days of unemployment. The break is nice, but I need to get more done. Working on it.

Random: does anybody have Remington's current email address? I only have an old one for him, and it's bouncing.

From evilbecca: There's a rare planetary lineup going on. Go see it while it's still happening. It goes on 'til early April.

From aberrantvirtue: a great silly Woody Allen detective short story called The Whore of Mensa. Worth the read.

Also from aberrantvirtue: a lovely little essay on the word 'slut' and sluttiness. Yay!

Oh, hey, just so people know...

Our household is currently stricken with strep throat. While I'm personally not suffering from any obvious symptoms of such a thing (knock wood), both bk2w and tshuma are doing so to varying degrees. So, y'know, if you don't get a friendly lick from me upon seeing you, I don't mean any offense by it, and it's for your own protection.

I suppose it's just as well that I'm taking the second half of the fire-eating class tonight. P'raps that'll help sterilize my suspect throat a bit :-)

bk2w just posted a link about a county in Oregon banning all marriage until the gay marriage thing is worked out.

It's Benton County, which didn't ring any bells with me until it said that the county seat was Corvallis. That did ring some bells with me, what with the movie night folks I know :-)

Back from fire-eating. Awwww yeah.

Between my suspect level of self-preservation urge and my love of things on fire (mmm... fire noises), I did great. I came back with my hands, arms and face smudged with large amounts of fuel residue, and my moustache shorter in front than when I left. I'm burping Coleman fuel flavor.

That ROCKED.

Plus I invited a couple of fun pyros to the DHP, and they seem very inclined to show up. Yay!