We went to a fair last weekend and went to the rabbit and cavy exhibit. Most of the rabbits were in hutches, but there was an exhibit with brand new baby bunnies, too. Their hutches were behind glass. Most of the babies (all with their mamas) were between 1 and three weeks old, I think.

But in this one hutch, the babies were flopped in an actual pile, all half atop each other. There were at least 3, possibly four of them. We were all dying of the cute already, when the little one toward the back of the flop pile climbed exactly on top of his siblings and fell right back to sleep.

Oh dear.

A coworker got Joe Paterno's name wrong in a presentation.

For CrazyBigBoss.

At Penn State.

To the Board.

Attended by Mrs. Paterno.

We're bracing for impact!

Happy Birthday, Matt and megan walker!!!

And from the link back a ways, on the Norwegian exhibit on homosexuality in animals:

Among theories, males can sometimes win greater acceptance in a pack by having homosexual contact. That in turn can help their chances of later mating with females, he said.

And a thousand slashfen cried out, "Oh hell yeah!"

Happy Birthday Cashmere!

Happy Birthday Megan!

Brenda, if you have any deceased relatives that the office is unaware of, now might be a good time to be unexpectedly called away to their imaginary funeral...

How can you get Joe Paterno's name wrong? Call him Bob?

Holy hell. My trip came within minutes of getting cancelled because of a boarding fuckup. Not mine, they gave me bad and wrong info. So I stood there with a distressed cat and made them call around to find a spot. Which we did. But poor Mister Kitty had to drive around for an hour tonight. He does not like. But no puke or pee or poop. So.

I'm crashing now. Going to eat my burger, watch some tv, toss some stuff into a bag and hope like hell I can get to the train station tomorrow.

My poor sister. She tried to make white chocolate ganache and reports a miserable visual failure, as yet untasted. Has anyone here ever done that? Is the flaw in the concept of white chocolate ganache, or the execution?

That's last minute and lucky that it worked out, sara.

It's one of the reasons I can't do last minute jaunts anymore. Not that I was good about doing them before, but still.

And now I discover all my travel sizes are dried up or ooky. Ah well, will cope. It's not like I'm going to Siberia.

but those kittens are just ugly.

That's because they're not really kittens.

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WOOHOO! Even though people haven't left me alone all fucking day, I still did all my paperwork, and will get to leave in 4 minutes/on time, and then I am on vacation, and it's going to be TOTALLY AWESOME. (and probably include some cheek pinching.)

Man, I'm really supposed to be cleaning my apartment right now, but eh. I'm thinking I go to bed at a reasonable hour and get up ditto, and that will be fine.