Welp.

There's no way I'm catching up now: when last I checked, the Cleverly Named Wank that Broke My Brain was well over 7500 comments and on to its 36th page. I despair!

In other news, I'm going florist hunting today. Linda from the Museum, when I asked, suggested the place in Nickels Arcade, so I'll go there sometime this afternoon. After lunch, though, I'm planning to go over to the local Norton's Flowers to see what their prices are like and what sorts of things they suggest for our colors and all of that stuff.

I should be researching.

Um.

I just stared for five minutes in utter fascination at my TV as five people in what can only be described as blob suits one by one began to perform the same simple dance step, back and forth, while squeaking slightly.

I think it's a kids show.

Quizzie (stolen from rinnaldo and <user site="livejournal.com"

( Fawkes? )

Ugh.

Name This School!

Link happy.

Even ground squirrels recognize that the war in Iraq costs money.

(Posting mainly because of the ground squirrels reference, but this is also important reading.)