Timelies all!

Had to get up at stupid o'clock for a dentist appointment this morning. Bleah.

The thing I love about quantum mechanics is the ability to perfectly predict experiments and not have a clue what the fuck is actually going on.

I know! That's the awesomest.

Inverse temperature is imaginary time, people. e to the iπ is love.

-1!

Dylan is running around pretending to hurt himself and then presenting various body parts to be kissed better. It is quite heartbreakingly cute and totally makes up for all the two-ness of this past weekend.

I love imaginary numbers. They are awesome.

All numbers are imaginary, real numbers are just a particular type of imaginary number.

FWTW.

Oh Jessica, my sister in twohood! Grace hits herself in the head, a lot. And part of this is a stim thing, but some of it isn't. She looks at whichever adult is there and gives them this look like, "What?"

Sigh.

Barren? Who says barren? Someone get me a Brit. Do Brits still say 'barren'?

This came up in a comedy show here last night (Good News Week). One contestant was arguing for the return of words like 'barren' and 'spinster'.

Woot! Down with letter-appropriating imaginary "numbers"!

Imaginary numbers didn't exactly start this. e is perfectly real, for instance.

I read (in that article?) that Deborah Rowe is living in the country surrounded by animals. Horse people sometimes still talk about a "barren mare" - I wonder if that's why she used that term?

Ugh. I just woke up from a mid-afternoon nap, and I'm feeling all gronkified, like I was just clubbed over my head and am slightly dazed. Ugh.

My cat nearly had me going when I came home early from work. I came in the apartment door, and was not greeted by her, which I understood due to my only being gone a few hours. But, she didn't show while I was putting away some groceries, and she didn't show while I was getting changed, and she wasn't under the bed or anywhere in any of the other rooms in the house. So, I'm running around, all panicked that somehow she had slipped out of the apartment when I left for the day, putting my shoes back on and getting ready to run downstairs to go around the building and complex to look for her, when it occurred to me to look one more time in the further depths of the bedroom closet. I poke my head deep in and hear this very faint "Mrroww?" Little shit was comfy as hell in the exact center of my long closet.

Haha! Loki did that to me several times, except I had no idea where he'd gone to. After I'd searched the basement, first floor and second floor a couple times, he'd just appear sleepily blinking at the top of the stairs. I mean, I'd even checked all the pillows and duvet (he likes to crawl into both and crash out.) I finally caught him sleeping on a shelf behind the clothes hanging in my big closet.