Just because it’s Tuesday, here’s Carl Sagan with his Daemon familiar.
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Anywho, happy Tuesday, people. How’s the week treating you?
The wife and I are still searching for a new home; it seems every time we find one that we really like, it’s either too expensive or they won’t take cats. Or both. (Seriously California, you know how to suck the fun out of stuff.)
Yesterday afternoon I took myself a nap; as a result I had a really crap night’s sleep. Just laid awake staring at the ceiling for hours.
I tried to see how long I could go without blinking. After a bit, it became something like this:
Only without Mr. Caine’s dulcet tones to keep me from going insane. (By the way, as I clicked over to Youtube to find that video just now, I laughed my head off at the top rated comment, “Is there a longer version? I’m tired of hitting the replay button.”
Gah. I need an energy drink. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to flip this table the hell over and storm out of the room, swearing as I go.