Tuesday
Slow and fairly quiet day at work. This was a “good” thing, as it allowed me to get a few things done and not have to worry about putting out proverbial fires.

Song of the Day

  • Birdland by The Weather Report from “Heavy Weather”
  • Birds Keep Smacking Up Against My Window by SnagLoopDog¹, from “Mumblefish”

NPR and PRI Stories
Talk of the Nation had a good piece about “Intellectuals on Campus,” featuring Dr. Freeman Hrabowski (President of the University of Maryland, Baltimore County).

Stray Toasters

  • Last night’s/this morning’s mondo bizarre dreams:
    • One featuring my great-grandmother, who has been deceased for… 13 years
    • One where a bear, about the size of… a baby elephant, was chasing horses.
    • Same dream, but later: A midget/leprechaun who looked FAR too much like Corey Feldman was riding a horse with horns on its snout like a bull.
  • While this morning started off with clear-ish skies, there were flurries tonight.
  • Once again, my friend from home called me this morning, pre-alarm. If he wasn’t “family,” I think that I would have been upset; as it was, I found it amusing. I called him back later; he didn’t answer (but he did call me back a short while afterwards).
  • Jess and I went out to dinner (at The Mayan) and coffee (at the nearby B&N) with and Brad. Some of the items of note from the night:
    • The hostesses calling for the “Troy” party about six or seven times… to no avail.
    • Noting that flash photography is prohibited during the cliff diving at The Mayan. They say nothing about thrown objects, shouting/yelling, BB/pellet/dart guns or strobe lights, however.
    • Sexually-stimulated hot sauce.
    • Heather, our server (not to be confused with our workstation).
    • Animatronic fauna… not always a good thing.
    • Gorilla in a codpiece. (Don’t ask.)
    • Man in gold lamee cape and sombrero (Again, don’t ask.)
    • Kids wearing the shoes with skates in them.
  • I even managed to get in a little bit of solo HALO tonight.

Quote of the Day
Today’s quote comes from . We were at work and wound up talking about our apartments. She mentioned that she wants to move to a place with a larger kitchen:

I have a one-ass kitchen. I usually figure out how big a kitchen is by how many asses will fit in it. Actually, it’s more like a one-and-a-half ass kitchen…. Cailyn² fits in there, too.

And that’s it for now. I think. No, I’m pretty sure that’s it. But, even it that is not it, as Barenaked Ladies sang: “This is where it ends.”

Namaste.

¹: One of the members of this band is a friend (and former co-worker) of mine from N.C.
² – Cailyn is her 2½-year-old daughter