Zen, it is, from what I have discerned, a race to not be the last person to post a ^ or, in real life, tent your hands over your head (like a little hat, see...) once someone starts it. Any deeper meaning, I don't know.

ETA: So I don't always discern exactly right. Kinda close!

Fascinating. Thank you.

^

Huh. At a summer job a few years ago, we had something like that called "The Nose Knows." Last person to touch his or her nose lost. (Generally used when we were doing something like going out to dinner, and we were all doing the "You decide," "No, you decide," "Well, I don't have any ideas, do you?" "I don't know" thing, and whoever lost was appointed to make all the decisions until we got to wherever we were going.)

Yeah, the 'touch your nose' thing is a kind of silent "not it!" IME. I know not of the chapeau.

So I finally read Allyson's book today. And it was great fun! Yay Allyson! I got all verklempt over Nilly's story, and "Safe Harbor from Ann Arbor".

I was a bit annoyed that the Oakland B&N didn't have it out on the tables in front, only in the humor section--but it was easy enough to find there.

Holy cow am I actually at the end of Natter? Yessiree this does appear to be a posting box. How bizarre.

Oh and ^

You chapeauers are all weird.

I went to a party!

Yes, I'm back before 10, but for me that is still huge. I drove myself and everything.

I totally dressed the midlife crisis part and everything.

Party!

Oh, I saw Ratatouille, which was very fun.

It's been a quiet day.

And now I've gone and wikifreaked myself out.

Sloth the size of a bull elephant. Armadillo the size of a VW Bug.

Yikes.

Maybe tomorrow I'll see a movie. I'm a wild and crazy gal. But there are about to be a million I want to see, and I can't wait on my companion forever.

ita you can go see a megatherium in person at the the tar tar pits!