kinda puts a damper on the awwww, though.

Just the mattress really. Ripped off the vinyl, the foam, and the cardboard to get to the springs. I think he was either curious or bored.

Now I want to see a flock of penguins all wearing those foam fingers proclaiming "We're #1!"

Now I want to see a flock of penguins all wearing those foam fingers proclaiming "We're #1!"

Sounds like a job for Photoshop.

Oops. I thought I was forgetting something yesterday.

Happy Birthday, Robin! I hope this next year is as wonderful as you are.

and...

Happy Birthday Katie Bee! May this be a year of prosperity and peace for you and for Dave.

knee-ma for Jessica and more healthma for Toto.

I have a way to make extra money. Money for Dragon*Con !

Cool Coworker just asked me how I would feel cleaning apartments that need to be ready for students. I'm cool with that, and we may be starting tonight.

one grooveytoosh, the quality of whose toosh I have as yet been unable to confirm

Her toosh probably has a groove in it.

The Dukes of Hazzard was #1 at the box office this weekend. God help us all.

While 2049, which has like a 93% tomatometer rating, is probably showing on two screens in the US.

2046.

Wally report. I've emailed the actuarial student, and she's read it. I figure I have the inside running; she has an exam coming up, and so the only dates she can manage are study dates. Her exam is in stochastic modelling; guess what I was doing in Philadelphia for four years?

I like her profile, she demanded of anyone who contacted her that they give at least one good reason for doing so (her looks don't count as a good reason). I did note that I thought this was a great way of getting compliments, but actually I'm reasonably impressed that she has a strong sense of self-worth. (Of course, I'm not chopped liver, so I asked her for the same in return. Helping her with her exam isn't a good reason. Nor is "You started it", though it'dd make me laugh.)

In addition, I got back to a woman who emailed me last week, suggested we meet up sometime. It'll have to be after this weekend though, because of my nephew's birthday. I also have to send a reply to one grooveytoosh, the quality of whose toosh I have as yet been unable to confirm, as she doesn't have a picture up. And there's another woman who's been trying to call me for a few days, I sent her an email suggesting she give me her number instead. Though really, it's actuarial student about whom I have the best feeling right now.

Aside from contacts already on the go, I think I'll leave things until I'm back from Canberra. Oh, except I've signed up for another speed dating event on the 24th (this one's free, because I participated in one of their surveys). But that's it. I swear.

Oh, by the way, I got an email from a woman who's just moved down from Sydney, and is looking for a booty call within her area code. It's pretty clearly a mass email (it starts off 'Hey guy'), but was still not at all what I expected to find in my inbox.

Back from the doctor's office. As I suspected, he told me to go home and keep it elevated. It's not swollen, so I don't need ice. DH is going to run out and get my prescription anti-inflammatories in an hour or so.

Right now, I'm mostly bored out of my skull and saying "motherFUCKER" every time I take a step, or cross my legs, or move my left knee at all. (My back gets cranky if I don't cross my legs after a while, so it's either deal with the knee pain or feel like I need to rip my spine out and stretch it. I'm splitting the difference right now.)

So. Bored. Still in pain.

Happy Birthday, Robin!

Happy Birthday Katie Bee!